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The last few days I thought about visiting a cardiologist. With every step I come closer to my take off, my heart skips a beat. Quite regularly lately. From fear, as from excitement. To make it even worse, I’ve bought my ticket.

Friday the 13th (Gasp for air!). That was my first reaction. I hope it won’t be a sign for the rest of my trip. I know you might think: “why leave that day if you can go Thursday the 12th or Saturday the 14th? They sound like ordinary days”. But most of my actions aren’t directed by logic, but intuition. And why not face superstition and prove its wrong?

If you look at some facts:

  • Flight MH370 from Malaysia airlines went of the radar on the 8th of march, an ordinary Saturday.
  • Most airlines don’t have a row 13. They go from row 12 to 14.
  • The most doomed flight ever, flight AY666 to HEL on Friday the 13th 2013, arrived perfectly on time without any problems.
  • Sales declines with 27 per cent for flights on Friday the 13th, which means more space for me!

But, while reading about these facts I also found an article about friday the 13th 1972, when an airplane crashed in the Andes mountains. They got rescued after 72(!) days and only survived by eating the dead people. Only 16 people survived from the 45 who boarded the plane. I’ll make sure to keep my snacks save and watch some more National Geographic’s Survival before I leave.

No, I think (and hope) everything will go fine on my first transatlantic flight. It’s most likely to lose my baggage instead of my life. So, British Airways, I ask you kindly: Pay extra attention!

And for everyone else: Please don’t say I told you so when my plane crashes in the Atlantic!