In the fifties, sixties and seventies of air travel was all a ritual. Was to demonstrate, the "other" mortal status, social position, economic and, why not, a policy that is owned. Were those bizarre pilgrimages to the airport, long goodbyes, the feigned exhaustion, some annoyance, was to sow a little envy and all that it meant. It was an absurdity who's who with their own rules, which to be met, rules written anywhere, tacit ways of being that gave their patterns, their laws. It showed up in dress to wear.
for them: your best tailored suit, usually dark, shiny shoes, slicked quietly, taking a perfect knot "Windsor" -ties for light, for the point is being called "Four in Hand" -. Completing the effect, in a trench coat neglect. Likes of Cary Grant or Alfred Hitchcock chubby.
For them, things get complicated: By day, a two-piece suit, neutral color, with a respective bag and shoes for tone, Dior, Louis Vuitton, Hermès and Gucci? - and, for the most daring, their respective very wide brimmed hat, a pamela-name comes, of course, the protagonist of a novel of the same name by Samuel Richardson who wore a hat of that type. For evening, a stunning and sober dress dark three quarters, wearing a discreet brooch, usually on the heart, denoting an entire "azulístico" tree. If there is no snap, the usual string of pearls. As a climax wearing those hairstyles impossible to lac DNA-millimeter or those casual and even in the tropics, a heavy fur coat. Imitations of Jackie Kennedy and Doris Days according to the tastes and possibilities.
Say all that glamor is lost, and still do not know if it's for better or for worse.
Traveling by plane, it has been lately, the most popular, and here I am nothing original. Now he travels almost getting out of bed, I mean, almost in pajamas. Passengers arrive to barefoot, his hair anyway and, horror of horrors, without washing off an odor and would like to if a skunk.
Convivo, for a while, with people that the airport, and everything that has to do with it, means more than just a job, have a real passion and you end up infected.
Just an anecdote:
was the early nineties of last century, in Caracas. Attended a dinner where the only thing not working for the aviation environment was me. I became the guest of stone, oddly enough, hardly spoke all night. The table became, for me, in a tennis match. I nearly dislocated his neck from looking from side to side. Passed by the table reservations, connections, equipment, passengers and destinations, visas, airports, airlines, hotels. To make a long story short, the end of the meal, David, a crew member of the then world's best airline, Swissair, "divine times! - Took out some chocolates with coffee and the last straw. The chocolates were shaped like airplanes.
I clear?
One of the favorite subjects of all the unions, are the passengers. That kind of human being transmuted into something human figure but that does not belong to the race. Sweet old ladies who suddenly gives you the baton, executives glare. Terribly mothers mothers, young people who want to travel but do not know where. Very thin girls with tiny bags of more than eighty kilos ...
now approaching with giant strides, Christmas. This follows one of the terrifying moments in airports, the other is the summer holidays. Thousands of passengers flooded the hallways of all airports worldwide. For these latitudes, Christmas also means snow. In other words I hated skies. If in summer, dear passengers traveling with their bikes in the winter come with their respective skies. Touch me and fight with various monsters with heavy hats, coats and scarves.
take years to learn any number of stories, more than ten years corridors, gates, several airports and flights give me the support to about them, my beloved passengers.
A little history:
On my first trip to Europe, Cristina, a friend who worked at the Maiquetia International Airport, Caracas, I became aware of the 3P. All things necessary to make any air travel. Ie. Passport, ticket and money. Everything else is secondary.
But, my friends, things have changed since then.
Second installment: " PASSENGER ALL THINGS TO KNOW BEFORE YOU DEPRESS THE AIRPORT!"
All the best for you.
PS: I was not dead, nor was partying.
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