From hatchbacks crammed with kids high on sugar, to sleeker (somehow sadder) cars singularly occupied by business types drinking coffee, to white vans containing men who snooze behind Evening Heralds folded over … Each plane would appear from the exact same spot in the clouds over the city, a tiny cross shape that slowly took on the familiar form of a jumbo, before finally becoming astonishingly huge as it landed, yards from our car, behind the airport fence. …

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