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He can’t walk, but can fly!

Barcelona (Spain): With a wheelchair

When I was buying the flights, I mentioned that my brother Kuba is disable person, using his wheelchair and needs support at the airport.

Kuba, what did you expect at the airport?
– I was hoping that somebody will help you to move me from my wheelchair onto the chair in the plane. And I was a bit afraid that the wheelchair will not fit between the rows of chairs.

Barcelona (Spain): With a wheelchair

Tell us from the beginning on. How happened at the airport?
– In the first second, and we were already taken to the front of the queue. „Attention, attention, a wheelchair, make the space!“

Do you like it?
– On one hand it’s nice, of course. But why shouldn’t I wait like the others? This I can do, I’m sitting in my comfy wheelchair ;)

What next?
– Crossing the security check. Nobody luckily asked me to stand up and walk through the gate, but the wheelchair was checked really carefully. With some equipment and plasters. Do they think that a wheelchair-driver cannot have any drugs?? Probably he can ;)

After the check?
– Then they took us by different strange corridors, back doors. Somebody fastly checked the passports and… we were directly at the gate.

Barcelona (Spain): In the plane a wheelchair

How did you feel?
– Ok… but… But it’s always like this. That everybody is asking questions to you, instead of me. „Can I check him?“, „Where is he flying to?“, „Does he want coffee or tea?“. Ok, in this moment I really didn’t understand English but they did not know it.

Why is it like this?
– People think that I don’t understand, that I don’t speak. The fact that I’m sitting on my wheelchair. That I am physically disable means for them that for sure mentally disabled as well. People don’t have too much (or often none) experience with disable people.

What do you do to change it?
– I’m trying my best to show them, that I am present, that I understand. I smile, at the airport in Barcelona I’m trying to say clearly: “Hola”, “Gracias” or “Adios”. When somebody asks you questions about if I want coffee or tea, I’m very happy if you don’t give an answer, if you let me talk and they can hear my answer.

Let’s go back to the airport. We landed and..?
– Nobody had to carry me in Barcelona. There was a special vehicle joining the plane („Barcelona without borders“), nice guy with a loud-speaking-dictonary in his tablet said in Polish: „Hello, how are you?“. Na…. nice!

They say that Barcelona is the most accesable city in Europe for people on wheelchairs….

– Let’s check it out!!

to be continued!

Barcelona (Spain): With a wheelchair

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2 Comments

  • Posted March 4, 2014 at 19:54 | Permalink

    Bardzo ciekawe miejsce :)

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  • Dr Habibah Ahmad
    Posted March 28, 2014 at 06:58 | Permalink

    I like your views on the travelling family. Amazing ideas and tips to those called them family. As I am a lecturer, this real example provides me teaching aids about the uses of blogs and family tourism. The ties will ever lasting. TQ.

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