The neighbors on the plane, who at first seemed unsympathetic to each other, laugh together and feel like relatives.
No, this is not a miracle — they just happened to pass a zone of strong turbulence and survive the fear of death, and now they are glad that they are alive, and joy brings them closer. Writer Anne Lamotte tells about such simple events — about family, friends, aging and hope. She writes about joy without sugariness, and about grief without pathos — not as a preacher, but as a witness, and reflects on, for example, why it is difficult for us to accept gratitude, why we sometimes eat instead of loving, what is the meaning of old age and how our victories over our own despondency and despair change us, opening up new paths for those around us.
Eksmo, 320 p.