Andreas Lubitz's Last Morning
My name is Andreas Lubitz. I woke up this morning, which I have decided will be my last. If I have enough courage, it must be enough. I was born into a life that should have been going well. I was not feeling well. I did not feel alive. I am a co-pilot. I want to fly. I cannot become a captain if I tell you everything that I feel. What will I have left if I tell you. The cheap wings of Germany fly. We fly cheap. People are cheap. I am only interested in flying. I do not feel anything. We take off from Barcelona, once again. They are coming from their cheap trip. I wonder if they have not been robbed. Barcelona is a city of crime. This has been done many times. Flight. My flight is almost over. This is a short flight. They call me inexperienced. Just go to the bathroom. I will be remembered for this act. Do I want it? I don't want it. I want it. I don't know. I have to decide, right now. I will. I will be remembered. I've always wanted to fly. I'm going crazy. I just ...