Ingmar Beldman

As a five-year-old, I stood on the Panorama Deck at Schiphol staring in fascination at the huge metal spaceships, screeching as they connected to the mother ship, surrounded by the warm energy of distant, exotic places. This only occurred to me after I’d been a steward with KLM for many years – a touching memory of a little boy already dreaming of the unknown. That little guy and his dreams are still around. He lives inside a big guy who writes about those dreams.