In the plane I heard a wonderful dialogue between an old grandfather (years 80-90) and a young man (years 20).
I sat next to them, at the passage. Grandfather is in the middle, the boy is at the window.
After take-off, the unfolding aircraft submerged in the clouds - and it immediately shaken strongly in turbulence. No line is visible, an aero-navigation fire blows out in the window. Daddy is sleepy and the boy is scared. I see, the boy closed the window with a curtain, then opened it, then pale, greenered, his eyes were frightened.
Are you not afraid of flying? Suddenly he asks his grandfather.
“When he was alive, he was afraid,” the grandfather replied flegmatically.
I should have seen the guy’s face.
There were no more questions until the end of the flight.