The most beautiful flight
    When I began to make the first cross-country flights, I had the fortune of being able to count on the company of some more experienced pilot friends.

    With Stefano Paissan I flew for the first time over the chain of the Lagorai mountains. Even if I knew where I found myself, I was so inebriated by the beauty of the landscape below me (and honestly also frightened from the force that the mountains emanated), that I did not succeed to entrust my feelings, in order to find the thermals.

    I therefore simply confided in Stefano, because I believed that he was an expert in this area by now. I discovered only after having landed and having thanked him for the great experience he let me live, that he had never flown in this area.

    With Flavio Dalpan I made several flights. To be honest, I often I did not succeed at all to fly together with him, because he was much more experienced and better than me. But I still remember when, after having taken off together from the Panarotta Mountain, we found each other together in the landing place at Corvara in the Badia valley, without seeing each other at all during the flight. This was the first time that I flew over the mountains Sass Pordoi and Piz Boe.

    With the years, we caught up so much harmony, that we did not have to see each other when we were in thermals; we knew where the other was. This harmony once got almost out of control when one day, in front of the Serva Mountain, we nearly crashed frontally.

    In the last years, not only during the competitions, I have has a lot of opportunities to make very nice flights with other friends. Sometimes it is really thanks to the presence of another pilot that certain flights find their best fulfilment. But in flight, more than in any other human condition (but perhaps also in mountain climbing at high altitudes), we can only trust on our own skills and preparation.

    It is difficult to explain to those who do not fly, the experience you go through, because it is difficult to share experiences in which we can only count on ourselves. How can we explain the emotion and the astonishment, the weakness and the fear that you live when you fly all alone in front of such an amazing sight of beauty and power of nature?

    How to describe the absolute stillness and silence of the air above a sea of clouds, there where the atmosphere seems to lose energy, there where there is no sound and where we can create an emptiness inside of us for a few minutes, in order to listen only with the mind?

    The most beautiful flight is the one that leaves you the time to admire and to amaze … which doesn't put you in a hurry, because your day comes to an end when your flight ends.

    After such a flight, you will only have the time to dream of the next one ...