Theodor Adorno
Najviši oblik morala jest ne osjećati se kod kuće u vlastitom domu.

PROLOG
Kad dođem u Zagreb, a osobito tijekom Dana Orisa, moji me frendovi iz generacije s faksa obično pitaju: "Kak je Mimac, a gdje ti ono živiš?" Moj je odgovor da ja više-manje živim na Schiphoolu, amsterdamskom aerodromu i na putu sam oko šest mjeseci godišnje. Inače živim u Rotterdamu, ali samo stotinjak metara od rotterdamskog aerodroma. Ja neobično volim putovati, a volim i aerodrome. Recimo onaj na Alitiplanu, iznad La Paza, uz jezero Titicaka, na 4200 metra visine, sa stazom za slijetanje dugom 4 kilometra zbog rijetkog zraka koji teško zaustavlja avione i mehaničkom linijom za prtljagu napravljenom od drvenih letvica. Stari terminal na Kastrupu u Kopenhagenu je najljepše dizajniran aerodromski interijer; tu se osjećate kao u Jakobsenovom hotelu. Teško je zaboraviti stare lokalne aerodrome u Rio de Janeiru ili Hong Kongu, gdje se slijetalo gotovo između kuća, a sjećam se i polusrušenog sarajevskog, sa francuskim vojnicima i tehničarima, stradalog u posljednjem ratu.
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Theodor Adorno
The highest form of moral is not to feel at home in one’s own home.

PROLOGUE
When I come to Zagreb, and especially during the Days of Oris, my friends, who were my generation at university, usually ask me: "How’s it going, Mimac, where did you say you lived?" My answer is that I more or less live in Schiphol, Amsterdam airport, and I travel for about six months a year. Otherwise, I live in Rotterdam, but only some hundred metres from Rotterdam airport. I love to travel unusually, and I also love airports. For example, the one on the Altiplano, above La Paz and next to Titicaka Lake at 4200 metres above sea level, with a 4-kilometre-long landing strip due to the thin air which brings aircraft to a stop with difficulty and with a luggage conveyor belt made of wooden strips. The old terminal at Kas-
trup in Copenhagen is the most beautifully designed airport interior – you feel here as if you are in a Jakobsen hotel. It is difficult to forget the old local airports in Rio de Janeiro or Hong Kong, where aircraft used to land almost between the houses. I also remember that half destroyed one in Sarajevo, which was devastated in the last war, with French soldiers and technicians.
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