Christian Ciech |
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Hang-glider Pilot:
“…The eagle comes next to me from the right side…then nearer and nearer, she’s under my wing now…
Her majesty, security, beauty are simply something wonderful. My eyes are glittering, my sweating hands are cold, my hair is standing on end under my helmet.
She’s less than four metres from me and I feel my arms completely open, trying to fly further. I can see her eyes moving and staring at me; she only moves some feathers to control the flight.
It’s not possible! She’s coming nearer and nearer! three metres, I’m holding my breath.
No!!!...Two metres. .like a flash, the idea to defend myself comes into my head…
At the same time she makes half a circle with her talons fixed in my direction…
I’m completely petrified! But it can’t be an attack, can it?
In fact it’s not! With the same speed as before she straightens her position, begins flying normally and goes away.
if I needed a reason to fly, this would me mine.”