Flying into the autumn sun, to Rome – a good idea? No oh no A plea for the abolition of aviation.
The golden October, the happy time after the end of summer has come, and it is time to go to Rome again, an autumn trip, a family trip; with husband, child and dog. At six in the morning the four of us set off by taxi to the airport, to BER, the horror airport with its brightly lit empty halls, the randomly set junctions and the hopelessly overcrowded check-in barriers.