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I am skydiver. This means that sometimes I jump from the airplanes. Usually I do it every weekend together with a bunch of good friends.
Skydive is not a "heroic deed" anymore, and I am happy to see that. This is just another extreme kind of sport, and not the most dangerous comparing to other activity: I suspect that driving to the dropzone airport is more risky. Words "The hero of the sky" sound ironically among us!
They say skydivers knows why teh birds sing. This is plain truth but I cannot prove it to you if you never jumped yourself, it is impossible to find proper words to describe the happines of flight, the feeling of freedom, crazy high speed, cloud towers and sun glints around...
I look happy going home from the dropzone, aren't I?
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This is my husband Ruslan with a parachute bag. Probably there is something heavy inside except for rig, my weight vest, for example. We jump together and have almost the same number of skydives.
Let me say somewhat unusual thing: skydiving saves our realtions.
All silly conflicts from everyday life die when comparing to the endless sky. If you know there is a great blue sky over you, if you remember the touch of it than the questions like "who washes the dishes today" or "where the hell did you put my shirt" or (oh, never!) "I feel somewhat tired of life... and you actually... did you get the idea?" are just a triffle.
There are no reproaches for wasting money "paying the wind" and spending every weekend somewhere out of home, because our crazy family jumps together... Can you imagine the kiss in freefall?
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