With full stop at its end
Can you hear me when I am quiet?
As within so without
Pain is not wrong,
I tell myself,
when I shed another tear,
I remember the words
of my beloved friend:
"Reacting to pain as wrong
initiates the trance of unworthiness.
The moment you believe
something is wrong,
your world shrinks
and you loose yourself
in the effort to combat the pain."
Facing the wind on the open
Indian Ocean,
scanning the surface for any item
to solve the mystery of the missing plane,
I think about my friend again,
where is he?
Does he feels pain right now?
PART ONE: MY FRIEND ARTIST
Artist Liu Rusheng had led a lucky life
his round moon face lit from inside
when he shook my hand for one last time,
showing me his rubber stamp
bearing the phrase: 'Shang Cang Hou Wo'
'God Bless you' he laughed,
you would never guess my age,
77 it will be when I land in Beijing,
my birthplace…
He was passenger number 89
No one knows what has happened to him
and his lucky rubber stamp:)
The Chinese art community
unveiled the special exhibition
in his memory,
As his close friend,
I have been invited too
to admire the exquisite calligraphy
framing the paintings
of people, birds and flowers,
on each them
hidden in a corner
number 7,
his lucky number:)
He had managed to cheat death
six times
before he boarded MH370,
the first time during the WWII
his parents were forced
to abandon him
several times
as they fled Japanese troops.
Every time
they came back
they were shocked
to find he had survived.
As a child he was hit by a truck
when learning
to ride his bike,
he nearly drowned
while swimming
with his friends.
Three heart attacks
scarred the death out of him
in his adult years,
when the third struck him
at home
he cycled several kilometres
to a nearby hospital.
I still wait to see him
grinning from the ear to ear,
his rubber stamp in his hand,
" I am here, I have survived
my friends, let me tell you
what happened to our plane:)"
But he never comes,
I hold in my hand
the thank you card
Liu has given me
before departure,
to acknowledge sweetly
the friendship
we shared
over the years,
it felt like
he was foreseeing
we never see each other again,
I opened it
and my eyes were full of tears,
"Love yourself
because
people come and go
from your journey,
and sometimes
you have to walk alone,
enjoy your own Company"
PART TWO: MY DREAM OF BEING A PILOT
That night I had a dream
nestled in the captain's seat
of a Boeing 777
it is dark outside,
inky black
I get a chill up my spine
flying the route of MH370
Take-off is effortless
the lights of Kuala Lumpur
International airport
quickly disappear below.
I call for undercarriage retraction,
than flaps up
as our speed increases,
a slow turn to the northeast,
once on track
I engage the autopilot
to take us to 10,600 m
for the almost boring flight to Beijing.
But even in my dreams
I suddenly painfully realise
this plane and its 239 passengers
and crew are not going there,
the scene is surreal,
we burst through the layer of cloud,
which is lit up by a half-moon,
the same that shines on my bed
while I am turning and twisting
it just looks so real…
I sit up sweating
in my bedroom
the clock is showing 1.07 am
so I lie down back to sleep
I find myself back in the cockpit
in my strange dream.
It is twenty seven minutes now
that fate take-off
and I switch off the 777's aircraft
communication and reporting system,
why do I do this?
Why do I press a button
on the flight management computer
on my right?
Just 15 minutes later
in dreams it seems
like 15 seconds away
I sign off
and turn a knob
to kill the plane's transponder,
I have now vanished
from air traffic control.
What else am I up to do
on the ill-fated MH370?
Am I irresponsible pilot
or a terrorist ready for a kidnap?
My co-pilot, a pleasant looking chap,
leaves the cockpit for a break,
I seize the opportunity and select
'deny' on the door access switch,
and he is never coming back.
I am changing the destiny of this flight
and I don't even mover from my seat,
how does it make me feel?
Who am I and why am I doing this?
Playing God with people's lives,
to own the plane?
Or to make a political statement as such?
A simple twist of the heading select button
on the autopilot
puts me on a new course
west
across Malaysia
I try to climb to 13,700 m
the highest altitude
MH370 climbed,
it takes a bit of coaxing,
the maximum height certified
for this type of aeroplane
is just 13,100 m.
Now for the rapid descent,
dial in the altitude
and vertical speed required
and pull back the throttles.
The 777 is certified to descend
a maximum 1524 m a minute,
at 3600 m I head across Malaysia,
my speed has dropped suddenly
because the air is denser.
Once in the Malacca Strait,
I turn north-west.
It is easy to dial a new course of 330
and push select,
the 777 obeys my every wish.
The early hours of March 8
that was my dial on the cockpit shows,
in my dream I live to that day,
time for the next turn,
if I am to reach
the accepted final resting place
of MH370.
I dial in 180-due south
and 10,600 m for the altitude
I press 'select'
and the 777 turns slowly
to meets its fate.
The day is slowly breaking up
and my passengers and crew
are already dead
from the induced hypoxia event
designed to mercifully
overwhelm them and put them to sleep.
It took them 45 minutes to run out of oxygen,
I am alone in the cockpit,
the only person still alive
and I have another 4 hours to live.
The sun is rising in the east,
the serenity of the moment
is shattered
as I cut the fuel to one engine,
all hell is about to break loose
when I cut the fuel to the second engine,
it is now utterly terrifying,
even in my dream,
my plane is a toy
for the wind to play,
a nose up
an aerodynamic stall
and then a dive
followed by another nose-up,
I am on the roller-coaster
from hell.
Bells and alarms ring out,
it s chaos when I suddenly
hit the sea,
the eerie silence of engines without power
suddenly hit me
the control column still shaking violently
the forward speed non existent
I forget I am in a dream,
this is real
and I am sweating,
this is the end of my flying,
time to wake up
or time to die….
But why? Why would I do that, why?
PART THREE: LIVING AND WORKING IN PERTH
A Perth business I work for
has been commissioned
by a global insurance company
search for missing flight MH370,
Scantherma,
remote sensing and thermal energy
imaging company
scanning 319,000 sqkm of ocean surface
1850 km west of Perth
trying to distinguish between white caps,
sea junk and plane debris.
We have been searching for over 20 days now
using US and Japanese satellites,
we have found debris
but unfortunately there is a lot of sea junk,
and containers that have fallen off ships
and a lot of rubbish floating on top of the water,
I look from the ship on the water bellow
the water was always restorative for me and so healing,
but not anymore, not now...
I don't know if we find something...anything...
but I can not give up,
in the name of my missing friend
and all other missing passengers,
I know if he could what he would tell me right now:
"We can't change our yesterday,
but we can change our tomorrows."
All I want to do is remove that question mark
and replace it with the full stop at the end.