Camilo searches uselessly for the origin of the voice that says that a bird crashed into his plane and is therefore delayed. He resigns himself and opens a book.
It doesn't take two paragraphs from a story about a middle-class family in which a child loses his hand in the blender (the first line is that, yesterday my brother lost his right hand in the blender), when the image of a bird bumping into an airplane distracts him.
A hen tries to plan but it's too late, a wing hits it, a turbine swallows it up and the ladies inside the plane start praying for the turbulence. Camilo thinks that perhaps there are things as inevitable as the wings of a plane at night, that death and love are things that swallow us, like turbines.
The girl dedicates a page to look at the blender and wonder why she wanted to hurt her little brother, then her mom and dad come along, but she's not sure if they're coming with her younger brother because she's imagining birds crashing into airplanes.
A hawk decides that it will not die in vain and throws itself straight into the cockpit; it breaks the glass, cuts through the pilot's left eye and causes the plane to lose height while breathing for the last time. The ladies don't pray this time. They are afraid that God is on the side of the suicidal pilot who is about to crash the plane into a building.
Camilo tries to concentrate and looks at the people, but he sees birds that fly to their heads, spotting the blue chairs of room 13 in red.
As they call him to board, imagine a flock of birds that line the windows on both sides of the plane. Forget the story of the girl, the blender and her younger brother. He also forgets the book in which he was reading it.