I was once on a flight in Africa
A recently retired accountant living in a small town in Sweden travels to Africa to explore the possibility of finding a more exciting life and perhaps another place to live. During this African adventure he finds himself on an airplane which becomes hijacked. He now has to wrestle the questions: Is he willing to risk doing something about this situation, and is there anything he actually can do? Eventually he is faced with an even more disturbing question:
“I can definitely say that if events had not unfolded in the way they did, I would not be around to tell the story – and that is the story of what actually happened on flight AFRA314 from Maputo, Mozambique with destination Windhoek, Namibia.”
About
When I first began forming the story in my mind, it was an exciting story about an airplane hijacking. But as the story took shape, it became, to me, more a story about an ordinary person finding himself in an extraordinary situation, wrestling his thoughts and fears.
Esbjörn Södermark
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A Journey Through Wit and Depth:
Esbjörn Södermark’s “I Was Once on a Flight in Africa” is a delightful blend of dry humor, insight, and unexpected depth. The protagonist’s knack for overthinking leads to hilarious misadventures and profound self-discovery. Södermark skillfully balances humor with introspection, exploring themes of identity and purpose amidst absurd scenarios. His storytelling is sharp and witty, capturing the essence of the human experience. This literary gem offers both laughter and reflection, making it a must-read for anyone seeking a captivating journey of self-discovery. Highly recommended for its memorable characters and insightful narrative.
Extract
“We were hijacked and we were going to die. I felt an ice-cold hand reach into my chest and grab my heart and squeeze it. I had trouble breathing and my mind was racing. Nothing of value presented itself from my intense brain activity, though. The message my brain at this stage succeeded to convey was: “We’re going to die! We’re going to die! We’re going to die! We’re going to die!” Big help that was…
After a while my breathing slowly became more normal, as did my heartrate, and my brain started to question its previous conclusion. Maybe we were not going to die. Maybe these were kind and friendly hijackers. Maybe they just were friends who wanted to go somewhere but couldn’t afford the air fare, so they bought tickets for a cheaper flight with the plan to hijack the plane and force the pilot to fly to the destination of their choice, where they after landing would thank us for the ride and apologise for the inconvenience and wish us the best and then just trod off. This was definitely a possibility.
I held on to that thought until one of the two hijackers walked along the aisle, checking up on us, apparently to make sure that no one was up to anything. I looked at him and this man’s face was not the face of a man who had apologised for anything during the last two decades. It was the face of a man who was used to demand apologies of others, and not in a polite way.”
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The Author
is a recently retired accountant living in a small town in Sweden, and who once travelled to Africa to explore the possibility of finding a more exciting life and perhaps another place to live. Fortunately, he has never found himself in an airplane-hijacking situation, though.
He does however have four children, and has been working as a certified chartered accountant in Sweden, as well as internal audit manager for an internationally renowned Swedish home-furnishing company.