The classroom window was open; I cannot calculate how often and how intensely I felt I could fly out through that window.

 The classroom window was open; I cannot calculate how often and how intensely I felt I could fly out through that window—it was during every single second I was at school. And this feeling lasted not for days, but for years. Two wings would have been enough to settle everything. Flying into the vacuum of space, I would have left noisy humanity behind and worshiped a private religion of eternal silence.