For my grandfather, who gave me
the smell of kerosene, and the flight charts.
And for my grandmother,
who packed my case with stones
and untied the ligaments of my wings.
How perfectly you prepared me for this journey,
one no less than the other.
For my grandfather, who gave me
the smell of kerosene, and the flight charts.
And for my grandmother,
who packed my case with stones
and untied the ligaments of my wings.
How perfectly you prepared me for this journey,
one no less than the other.