Another early rise, though not as early as the flight that brought me here. Eleven nights in Marbella, and 21,000€ including the taxi from the airport. One new-ish top third of a face, recovery periods of days, weeks, fortnights, six weeks, months out to a year. Slow, slow, slow. Slow time. I look like me, but me that I recognise more. I feel like me, when I close my eyes and touch my forehead. Already a year just to get to here, already the fourth attempt on top of a lifetime of turning off hoping so I could ride out the disappointment of those previous failed attempts and the ocean of need to do this that preceded all of them.
Finally fucking did it. Finally fucking was able to do it. Alhamdulillah.
Marbella to Berlin – 1: sunrise on the coast heading to Malaga Airport
Marbella to Berlin – 2: Malaga Airport waiting to Speedy Board
Marbella to Berlin – 3: one of the pilots
Marbella to Berlin – 4: holding on the runway
Marbella to Berlin – 5: take-off, ascending, heading south over the Mediterranean before hanging a u-turn east
Marbella to Berlin – 6: landfall, Sierras de Tejeda, Almijara y Alhama, with Acantilados de Maro-Cerro Gordo
Marbella to Berlin – 7: still ascending heading back north-east-ish
Marbella to Berlin – 8: an island somewhere east of Spain, Formentera
Marbella to Berlin – 9: the north coast of that posh island rich white people buy homes on, Majorca
Marbella to Berlin – 10: Brandenburg, coming in to land, south-west of Berlin
