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SIT AT THE AIRPLANE WINDOW Text attributed to Alexandre Garcia I was a child when, for the first time, I got on a plane. The anxiety of flying was enormous. I wanted to sit next to the window anyway, follow the flight from the first moment and feel the plane running on the runway faster and faster until takeoff. As I looked out the window, I saw, without words, the plane breaking through the clouds, reaching the blue sky. Everything was new and fancy. I grew up, graduated, and started working. In my work, from the beginning, flying was a constant need. Meetings in other cities and the rush sometimes forced me to be in two places in the same day. In the beginning, I always asked for seats next to the window, and, still with boyish eyes, I stared at the clouds, enjoyed the trip, and didn't even mind waiting a little longer to get off the plane, get my luggage, and so on. Time passed, the rush increased, and I no longer made a point of sitting by the window, or even seeing the clouds, the sun, the cities below, the sea or any other landscape. I lost the charm. I only thought about arriving and leaving, settling in quickly and leaving quickly. The seats in the aisle were now a requirement .. Easier to leave without having to wait for anyone, always and always worried about the time, the appointment, everything but the trip, the landscape, myself. By one of those wonderful 'chances' of fate, I was dying to return from São Paulo on a rainy afternoon, needing to get to Curitiba as quickly as possible. The flight was full and the only available seat was a window, in the last seat. Without thinking I immediately agreed, took my ticket and went to boarding. I boarded the plane, sat down in the seat indicated: the window. A window I hadn't seen in a long time, or rather, through which I no longer bothered to look.