“I received the academy award for landing Boeing 384 in Hamburg on March 5, 1994. It was a heavily rainy day, but the conditions were expected to allow a safe flight.” He scratched the back of his neck absentmindedly. “According to schedule, the flight should have lasted two hours and fifteen minutes.” His neck was almost the width of his head, which gave him an adorable double, on occasions triple, chin. “At one hour and fifty-two minutes, the apparatus informed me that there was a sudden increase in air pressure approximately ten kilometers in front of us. Such signs often correspond to areas of clouds pushed close to each other, which would only cause discomfort for the passengers, which is why I tried to avoid this area of increased pressure by passing it on the right.” His fifty-something-year-old head was balding in a perfectly regular pattern. “It, however, was not formed by several clouds pressed together, although there is no way I could have known at that moment.” He delivered a scratch to his lost-in-thought neck.
“The atmospheric object in front of Boeing 384 at that moment was not a cluster of air masses of different density but was simply a tornado. When I searched for information why the tornado with such force had appeared without anyone managing to offer me a satisfactory explanation.” His eyes acquired a coldness that added a dramatic emphasis to his indignation with someone’s incompetence. “The Boeing 384 I was operating entered the tornado at a speed of 692 kilometers per hour. I did not have a clear, rationale-based solution to the situation, but I followed the instinct to dart right ahead and end this as quickly as possible. Therefore, I increased the Boeing 384’s speed till it reached the maximum and the screen issued a warning.” The scratch upon his neck this time was anxious. “An unexpected result followed. We were caught up in the eye of the tornado—the area in the center where no movement of atmospheric masses occurs.” His sparse eyebrows rose impossibly high on his forehead, and he looked funny. “The entire speed of the aircraft seemed to have been taken away by some outer power, but I still consider the impression of the aircraft’s immobility an illusion.” The certainty on the man’s face was removed and a monstrous confusion drowned out his facial features.
“A short distance from the tip of the aircraft, a lady stood and greeted me in a robe that continued well beyond her feet. Her dark hair and white cloth were motionless, as though violent winds were not whirring anywhere close to her. The dark skin stretched all over her body glistened with warmth and thunder. Her face changed as her lips parted to issue a command: Go. The next thing I knew was that the aircraft was landing on the Hamburg airport!” He laughed and applauded in disbelief.
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