Issue Details: First known date: 2025... 2025 No Secret Passageway : Stories of Flight and Migration
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'IN 2001 I read an article in The Guardian newspaper about a man who fell from the sky, landing in a superstore car park not far from where I live in London. The article, by journalists Esther Addley and Rory McCarthy, detailed how the Metropolitan Police discovered the dead man’s identity through a combination of luck, Interpol and British-Pakistani community workers. Muhammad Ayaz had managed to slip through security at Bahrain airport, run across the tarmac and, according to witnesses on the plane, disappear beneath the wing of the British Airways Boeing 777. The article quotes a spokesman from the International Air Transport Association: a myth circulates that there is a ‘secret hatch from the wheel bay into the cargo bay, and then into the passenger cabin, as if it were a castle with a dungeon and a series of secret passageways’. No such passageway exists and Muhammad would have found himself trapped in the wheel bay with no oxygen, no heating and no air pressure as well as no way out. If he wasn’t crushed or burned by the retracting wheels, he may have frozen to death once the flight reached30,000 feet, finally falling out hours later when the plane lowered its landing gear as it prepared to touch down at Heathrow.' (Introduction)

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    y separately published work icon Griffith Review no. 87 February 2025 29689883 2025 periodical issue

    'Sometimes, If I can't get to sleep, I imagine I'm back in the house where I grew up. ('Grew up' is probably a stretch - we lived there for nearly seven years, beginning when I was eight, but it was the longest we'd lived anywhere and when the time finally came, I found it hard to countenance the idea of leaving.) It was an old cottage on a hill in south-east England, and it had creaking floorboards, beamed ceilings and a long, unruly garden. There'd been a death upstairs the year before we moved in - one of the previous owners had had cancer and passed away in the master bedroom, surrounded by his family - but it was a peaceful house, and at well over a hundred years old must have witnessed more than one life reach its end. I like to go back there in my mind's eye, conjuring the slightly crooked hallway, the doors that never neatly fit their frames, the tiny kitchen with its overwhelmingly wheaten spectrum of 1980s browns. Like handwriting on old foolscap, the more specific details have long faded with time, but the feeling remains: that ineffable sense of calm and familiarity that I associate with being home.' (Publication summary)

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