Roswitha

// … Freedom

is the first thing that comes to mind about my uniform – seeing the clouds from above.

Freedom and uniform – normally probably opposite terms, in my case actually not.

Butterflies in my stomach at the thought of the first flights – what a wonderful time that was ...

I remember short conversations with many different people, sometimes longer ones too. Saw many interesting places, experienced much that was beautiful.

The job gave me real joy and my work clothing (made in Austria) was precious to me.

Some friendships that formed among us uniform wearers still exist – a little like a fine net across Europe.

Turbulence, heat, sweat, weather capers and other stressful situations – my uniform always helped me keep my composure.

Now a new garment has emerged from it, one that fits my life in the present day … //