“You survived a plane crash?” she asked, looking at me from the doorway, with her arms folded.

I saw her upside down, my leg was in a cast leaning against the backrest of the sofa and my head was almost touching the floor.

I don’t know if there was too much blood rushing to my brain, given my position but as soon as she finished saying that question, I started to see the lights flashing.

I heard screams in the distance getting closer and closer, there was a child crying and a woman repeating to stay calm and fasten your seat belts.

We were losing altitude, I could see the runway approaching too fast.

Suddenly a loud noise silenced everything for an instant before being replaced by chaos. The emergency door that was next to the seat behind mine was ripped off, the woman who had sat in that seat was no longer there. It was like a black hole of air.

I didn’t have time to think, the ground was only a few meters away and we were too fast.

I undid my belt, holding on tightly, I climbed over the seat, I felt the air calling me. I closed my eyes and let myself go.

The last thing I remember is feeling pain everywhere and my ears were ringing but sometimes feeling pain is a good thing.

I straightened up on the couch and told her “yeah, I just jumped off”.