Theodor Adorno
Najvišja oblika morale je, da se v lastnem domu ne počutiš doma.

PROLOG
Kadar pridem v Zagreb, še posebej, ko tam potekajo Dnevi Orisa, me generacijski kolegi s faksa običajno sprašujejo: "Kak" je, Mimac, kje že ti živiš?’ Moj odgovor se glasi, da bolj ali manj živim na Schiphoolu, amsterdamskem letališču, in da sem na poti približno šest mesecev na leto. Sicer živim v Rotterdamu, le kakih sto metrov od rotterdamskega letališča. Zelo rad potujem, rad pa imam tudi letališča. Recimo tistega na Alitiplanu, nad La Pazom, ob jezeru Titikaka, na 4200 metrih višine, s pristajalno stezo, dolgo 4 km, zaradi redkega zraka, ki težko ustavlja letala, in mehanično linijo za prtljago, narejeno iz lesenih letvic. Stari terminal na Kastrupu v Kobenhavnu je najlepše oblikovan letalski interier; tukaj se počutite, kot da ste v Jakobsenovem hotelu. Težko je pozabiti stara lokalna letališča v Rio de Janeiru ali Hongkongu, na katerih so letala pristajala skoraj med hišami, spominjam pa se tudi na pol porušenega sarajevskega letališča, s francoskimi vojaki in tehniki, uničenega v poslednji vojni.
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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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