Following the volcano eruption on Iceland, all flights in northern Europe are cancelled and there’s a gloomy feeling everywhere about the ashcloud’s consequences. We might not have a summer because of this, you know. Well, all this stems from planes being grounded and travellers being forced to sleep in airport gates. It wouldn’t have happened if we’d gone for the airships.
Outside my windows is the silence of the apocalypse. I live right beneath the glidepath to a runway on one of Stockholm’s airports and it’s eerily silent. After two years, I normally never notice the passing planes, but tonight it’s the absence of them that bothers me. They say there’s a risk of all flights being grounded throughout the weekend and the sense of isolation is intense.
Swedish media is reporting on chaos at the airports and you get the sense of the city’s filling up with stranded commuters on scavanger hunt for something to call “a meal”.
Looking at online flight radars, there’s just emptiness where there should be a thousand dots in transit.
I feel like I’m in a disaster movie and what’s the reason for this foreboding mood?
Turbo jet engines. Of course.
We put our trust in an outdated technology. If we had cruised the skies in beautiful airships instead of rusty old fuselages, we wouldn’t have had this. No one would be forced to sleep in airports tonight. The volcano eruption had for us, far from Iceland, meant little more than eye candy for our computer desktop wallpapers.
I don’t like being right in a serious matter like this, but man… They should’ve listened and gone for the zeppelins a long time ago.
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