眩晕的飞行记忆

I was 37 then, strapped in my seat as the Lufthansa 747 plunged through a dense密集的 cloud cover unapproached Hamburg airport. Cold November rains drenched the earth, lending everything the gloomy黑暗的 air of a Flemish landscape风景. The ground crew全体船员 in waterproofs, a flag atop a squawked airport building, a BMW billboard. So, Germany again. Once the plane was on the ground, soft music began to flow流动 from the ceiling's beakers. A sweet orchestral管弦乐的 cover version版本 of the Beatles' Norwegian wood. The melody悦耳的音调 never failed to send a shadow through me, but this time, it hit me harder than ever.