The free fall tower 📝

The vibrations are increasing. Why did I sit in this contraption? Is this how an astronaut is feeling before the rocket launch?

Up and up we go. The city is unfolding beneath me. I wonder if this tower is stable enough – without any bracing – panic is rising that it will tip over any moment.

Luckily, the panic disappears again, and we are at the top.

The seats detach, we fall.

Unstoppable acceleration tries to lift me out of my chair. I yell. And then – after an eternity – the breaks kick in.

I’ve survived the free fall tower.

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