I traveled to Burkina Faso for a humanitarian trip in order to promote and encourage the education of children.
These weeks have completely changed my worldview, I realize how lucky I am but also the absurdity our western materialistic lives, stressful, sanitized.
I felt a taste of the real values of life, but I did not know that the most upsetting remained to come over.
Before leaving, I had booked my flight, not without hesitation, what time, what price, what flight ? Should it really take this low cost company that did not have the best reputation ? Finance compelling, I could not take Air France and so I chose Air Algeria, tariffs O how tempting.
Come time to choose the date : July 23, 24, 25 ? Finally, after long hesitation, I clicked on the 23.
Airhead inveterate I announce to my mother, my family, that I will return July 24.
My mother even noted in his diary, talking about, I still remember that day in my head with ” Lea Marie returned Burkina “.
So I take my plane Ouagadougou on 23 July, one of which must land at 0:50 Algiers to 4am.
I note carefully the number of my flight ” AH5017 “, not knowing that the next flight will be the same one all the newspapers.
I spend a pleasant journey, despite my panic aircraft and thunderstorms broke out in the night and seem dangerously close.
The crew reassures me that plane is strong, thunderstorms are not dangerous, the plane is the safest means of transport! Leaving the unit several hours later, I warmly thank the crew and tells them that I never had Flight with nice people too.
” If you were not in the AH5017 24 July, reassure your loved ones. ” This message still mysterious enough to give me chills.
I then inform you quickly about what happened.
The titles of the tabloids are increasingly distressing.
who was convinced that I was on that plane.
Messages have ceased to flow to see if I was still alive, no one believed it, for them I am a ghost, I grazed death, 24-Hour.
I spent the day of July 24, 2014 completely upset at floating between two worlds.
All this seems completely unreal.
I think of the families that could be mine, desperately waiting..
It speaks to me of God, Fate, good star, Guardian Angel.
I wonder why them and not me ? Angels do they play in heads or tails ? While France flags are at half mast for three days, all my thoughts are with the relatives of the victims and I can not tear myself away from this vision of my mother crying in front of his agenda and calling to all airports..
My humanitarian trip to Burkina Faso and my hectic return I learned the true meaning of life: he not seek happiness because already before our eyes.