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In life you only get 1 skydive, that’s the 4th.
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What does it mean to jump at 4200m.
I’ll try to explain like I remember it.
What is skydiving for me personally, start way before I jump and ends before I jump.
The ideas of flying in the air and calculating after how much time I’ll be falling 50m/s.
The distinct smell of the hanger.
Putting on the parachute and approaching the plane.
The smell of kerosene as you board the plane.
The way you look out the window as you are about to take off.
The way plane accelerates and pushes you back.
The smooth transition from a bumpy runway to a smooth cruising.
The way you gain altitude when you look out the window.
300m, 1200m, 2000m, 3000m
The feeling of bumping hands with people around you as a farewell before jumping.
4000m
The first horn beeps, and you know the end is near, you know that something, so different is about to happen, than what is happening right now.
When the door opens the cold air, the strong wind and the noise hits all at once.
The plane slows down.
The stomach drop, the tingle.
The fact that there is no logical reason to jump, the fact that the natural inclination would never let me do it.
The way I put my head outside and feel the wind.
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It all disappears.
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This plane the you were inside of, in one instant becomes the part of outside.
The way you look at it, as you jump out and it flies by you, It’s just another thing from outside.
All of the problems, people, situation, successes, failures, everything that I ever build and did, EVERYTHING at least 4 km away.
Here is just I, in THIS moment that has been going on for millions and millions of years that we call NOW and I was present.
I was right here.
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DOMEN SNUDERL 