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I, the great god Zeus, have gathered you all today as the king of the Greek gods and the absolute master of Mount Olympus to make an important announcement. But first, before the announcement, we need to install a water heater. My hands are tired from washing dishes with cold water. Hera, if you cut off the king of

the gods again, I'll lock you in eternal damnation! Is eternal damnation for dishes? Of course not! Then cut you off again so you can lock me up! I've decided that our son Hercules, may God protect him, will continue his education at home. We'll begin the homeschooling process. Yes, yes, yes, yes! Hercules, who walks around cleaning

all day and can't wait for school to come and pick him up, will be a burden on me every day at home! What are you going to do, my son? Don't you see I'm talking to you? You want to turn my house into a madhouse, Zeus? Hera, listen to me! The fees for

international schools are beyond my means as a Greek god. I'm going to make him a student in the school of life, my son. Stop being silly! Grow up a little! What are you playing with? What are you playing with? I'm trying to turn it on, Dad. Turn it on? What's the tambourine? I'm trying to get the tambourine to work with

my hands. What tambourine? Are you Hercules, my son? Here you go, Uncle Zouz. Are you happy now? You've brought me trouble, my son. This tambourine belongs to the god Thor, and it's part of the Alexander myths. What are we then? Oh my God! You've made me laugh, my son. We're from Greek mythology. What do

Greek myths have to do with northern mythology? Here you go, Uncle Zouz, here you go. So he's learning in schools now, what would happen if he stayed at home with us? That's why I want to get him out of it, Hera. Maybe the boy will succeed. You have nothing to lose. I'm the one who's going to suffer.

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Please, Hera, turn on the tambourine. Turn on the eternal bond. It worked. You see, Dad, it's impossible for the tambourine to come undone again. I'll never leave you, my tambourine. I don't agree. Please, the boy is losing his Greek identity. He's become influenced by the Vikings. Tomorrow I found him wearing a t-shirt. Helen doesn't agree,

meaning she doesn't agree. I'll get you a water heater. Install the water heater for me. Yes, I'll get you a water heater. What's the problem now? Dad, Dad, the electricity is on me! Dad, Dad, the session is adjourned. [Music] Dear viewers, peace and blessings of God be upon you. Welcome to an episode of Al-Dahih's program.

Dear viewers, let me take you by the hand to a time before time and a place before place. The Greeks lived in peace and prosperity, settled in the Olympian Mountains. Among them was Cronus, the great god of his time, who allowed the prophecy that one of his children would seize his throne. He would become ill and

lose his mind. "Whose son will kill me and take my power?" So one day, my dear, he swallowed them one after the other. "How did he swallow them, Abu Hamid? They're chicken drumsticks, indeed!" The god sold them. Then he put his son in his stomach and went inside. "Here, go inside, the girl is here. He'll go inside, go inside." He

kept, my dear, swallowing his children until he reached his son. Zeus, who was still in the swaddling clothes, was hidden by Cronus, who had put a stone in the swaddling clothes instead. So Cronus started eating many children, and then he swallowed the swaddling clothes with the stone. This is how Zeus fathered a marvel, and Cronus

belched pebbles. Of course, to complete the myth, Zeus grew up and succeeded in seizing power from his father, the mighty Cronus, after a great battle. Zeus became the new ruler of the gods, and thus he ruled the whole world from atop Mount Olympia. In the story of Zeus, my dear, the earth begins a new era with the new generation of

gods. I'm telling you this story, my dear, not to tell you about Zeus and Cronus, nor certainly about Ahmed El-Awady, but to tell you about Atlas. Yes, Abu Hamid, I know him. Isn't he the one who drew maps? I'm an old scout. No, my dear, Atlas is the one after whom maps are named.

This god Atlas is the nephew of Cronus, who is considered Zeus's cousin, theoretically speaking. He was from the new generation, but instead of fighting with Zeus, he joined the armies of his mighty uncle, Cronus. After the battle, he was put on trial with the old gods and received a very harsh sentence. Since Zeus

won, he punished Atlas by forcing him to carry the sky on his shoulders, always hunched over, because he was forbidden to challenge Zeus. Excuse me, Abu Hamid, but why did Atlas choose to stand with the wrong man? Why didn't he fight with Zeus, his own generation? Why did he side with the old generation against his

cousin? This is honestly an important question, but I'll continue with the Greek worldview and ask a completely different question. Now, Atlas is required to carry the sky, right? But where is this sky? I mean, where is Atlas going to get it from? Where is the queen of the sky? Does he carry it in a bag, or lift it with a dumbbell,

or carry it on his shoulder like a pipe? The question here, my friend, is where is the sky going to be lifted from? The old world, my friend, didn't see the sky the way we do. What we see now, they didn't have the same concept of the sky. My dear, they thought the sky was a

sphere, a sphere sharing a center with the Earth. So what you see in the Atlas statues is the sky, not the terrestrial spheres. But the question remains: where is the starting point of the sky? Well, my dear, the ancient world, which consisted of the three continents of Asia, Africa, and Europe, was certain of only one thing: they saw with their own eyes the

end of everything at this point. This is the end of Africa, this is the end of Europe, and the beginning of the sea into which the sun rises every day. They imagined that this was the end of the Earth, and since we are on the side of the Earth, then the beginning of the sky. Of course, my dear, they didn't

know that beyond the sea there are two entire continents, a whole world with 50 states, a world where the Copa America is played at dawn, unseen by anyone. A whole world beyond this point. But the people of the ancient world saw the Earth as ending here, and from here onward, the sky began, to the point that they wanted to name the point

in The sea whose beginning is the sky, that's the Sea of Atlas. What Sea of Atlas, Abu Hamad? Just a second, Abu Hamad. You mean the Atlantic Ocean is named after the god Atlas, who was punished? Oh, that's why they say it's the end of Africa and the end of Europe. You've led me around and

given me a certificate that's as big as my brain, and you've brought up Zeus from the beginning and are digging into people's private lives just to tell me the Atlantic Ocean is named after Atlas? Brother, what a load of nonsense! Honestly, my friend, I'm just warming up with you. Today we're going to talk about

one of the most important oceans in the world. I'm getting you into the mood. The Atlantic Ocean literally means the Sea of Atlas, and the mountains in Morocco right before the Atlantic Ocean are called the Atlas Mountains because beyond these mountains, after the ocean shore, begin the shoulders of Atlas, who was punished by having to hold up the

sky. But generally, the Atlantic Ocean didn't remain associated with this myth for long. The Greeks and their culture ended a long time ago. Myths about the gods... nothing remains of the myth but the name. But the irony is that this ocean, due to its important location, was part of a larger myth. The Atlantic Ocean is a water barrier

separating the continents of the New and Old Worlds, like any other ocean. I'm a respectable person with a LinkedIn profile, but the Atlantic was truly special as the dividing line between the Old and New Worlds. It was the water barrier that Christopher Columbus crossed to become one of the first Europeans to set foot on the New World. Did

you see that? Columbus, my friend, covered the distance between Europe and America in two months, about 60 days, by sailing ship. Remember that number: 60 days! He conquered the Atlantic Ocean in 60 days. Despite the long distance, which extends for about 3,000 miles, and the hardship and fatigue that accompany this type of journey,

Columbus's voyage was the beginning of the largest colonization movement in human history. The white man, my friend, expanded and expanded and expanded. Europeans migrated from the Old World to the New World in hordes of adventurers. And warriors and visionaries searching for new opportunities and a promising life. A land called virgin, full of challenges. A land, my dear,

still with its bounty, still untouched by colonization, still experiencing its trials. And you, my dear, America, the superpower we know today, was still forming, like an embryo, its lifeline the Atlantic Ocean. Columbus's voyage was initially a sea bridge between America and Europe, the beginning of an increasing migration movement. This movement needed a stable and continuous means of transport, especially since,

immediately after the European colonies were established in America, a new nation began to form from the new immigrants. So, there was a nation in the East sending immigrants and a nation in the West receiving them. And what happens between two nations with a bridge going back and forth, my dear? Well, Abu Hamid, there were wars and conflicts over

territorial waters, gunfire, and so on. Of course, my dear, but also trade. As soon as trade began between the new nation and the old nation... The permanent trade route between East and West, which began with Spain and what was called the West Indies Fleet, was the first trade route connecting the Old World and the New World, linking

Spain with its colonies in America. This route continued for over 200 years, with trade flowing back and forth on sailing ships. After Spain, my friend, came Portugal, whose colony was in Brazil, and after them came France, Britain, the Netherlands, and all the countries that colonized the New World, which is more than 3,000 miles away.

But if we cover those 3,000 miles in 60 days, the average speed would be 50 miles a day, or 2 miles an hour. Do you know, my friend, what the average walking speed of a human is? 3 miles an hour. So, a person walking would be faster than ships with a load. Excuse me, but why didn't we build faster ships back

then? Why did we let the Atlantic Ocean teach us this lesson? My friend, we as humans used ships before we understood how they worked. No, I'm working We said, "Okay, we won't play games with it." Siri, Normandy, row, and my friend rowed. The Egyptians made them out of wood and traveled with them 4000 years

BC. By the way, they were very lazy. They didn't need to row to move on the Nile. If you want to travel from Upper Egypt to northern Egypt, you just need to get on the boat, and the direction of the Nile will take you towards the Mediterranean Sea. If you want to go back, you just make a U-turn and

raise the sail. Thank you. Tiki-tiki-tiki- tik. Metro line. The most skilled boatman in the world. The ancient Egyptian boatman. The Egyptians traveled by boat more than 4000 years BC, while the laws of buoyancy that we started to learn about at the hands of Arches began around 200 BC. Understand me, my friend, that water,

or any liquid or gas, even air, pushes any object placed in it upwards. Let yourself go, and the water will lift you. Water's role is indeed to push you upwards, but sometimes this force isn't enough to make you float. Even the nail that He sinks in the water. The truth is, he's pushed upwards, but by a force

less than his weight. So, the net force is that he drowns. When you're standing in the air, my friend, you're pushed upwards by a force equal to the volume of air you're holding, which is the volume of your body. Ships, up until the 17th century, were just propellers. They added a volume of

water whose weight was greater than the weight of the entire ship. The question here is, is that enough for the ship to move forward? The answer is no. That movement, my friend, is a completely different matter. We didn't build ships to float; we built them to move. So, we need something to push and propel them forward. The

very complex technology available to propel ships until the 19th century, my friend, was called wind. The ship, God willing, would float, and the wind, God willing, would push and create the sail to catch and channel the wind. But, my friend, as you know, wind isn't the best thing to rely on for steering

ships. Besides, it rarely works as ships wish. You know the big difference. Despite the ships' desire for sail, this was all that was available. We had no choice but to adjust the sail to harness the wind's energy and propel the vessel in the desired direction. Sometimes the wind was very weak, so weak that the sailors had to

use oars. Other times it was excessively strong, so strong that it capsized the ship, in which case we needed to draw the sail until the wind subsided. Sometimes, ships would also capsize due to succumbing to powerful winds that could hurl them against rocky islands. As I mentioned, the journey could last two months or more, meaning the possibility of the

weather changing during that time was high. Sailing voyages were always an adventure, and reaching their destination wasn't always guaranteed. However, it was the only way to operate these fleets of ships. This situation, my friend, continued until the 19th century. The Atlantic barrier retained its formidable presence, and Uncle Atlas was still in good health and strength, sometimes

allowing ships to pass and sometimes not, until the invention came along. The one who would deliver the first blow to the legend, when the ship carried the first human being, shook the ocean's prestige and made it, in street slang, think of itself as its own beloved, your beloved, and the beloved of James Watt. The

steam engine, the steam engine, began to propel ships with a new, constant, and powerful energy. Ships no longer just floated; they also propelled themselves forward with a strong, continuous, and constant drive in the direction they were going. They didn't need air, nor were they afraid of the waves. The first steamship built to cross the

Atlantic was built by the English company Great Western Steamship in 1838. The SS Great Western, my dear, is an abbreviation for Steamship. This was the beginning of a new era in connecting the Old World and the New World, because it shortened the journey time from two months to just a few days. For

the first time, crossing between the Old and New Worlds no longer required an entire season of northeasterly winds, the Emma and Simi low pressure systems, and the need to lower and raise the sails. The Great West used to cover this distance in about 16 days from east to west and 1 day from west to east.

Yes, there were probably no more... My dear, about 120 passengers. Thus, the first stable and fast shipping route across the Atlantic was secured. The famous route for which the most luxurious and magnificent ships were later built to cross it and reach the other side. Famous ships like the Titanium, which tried to cross but didn't succeed. All these were ships that the

major European and colonial powers admired for their quality, speed, and luxury. Each country would send a ship to surpass the one before it to assert its control and prove that it was worthy of its colonies and that it was the sovereign of Europe. The life that knew how to woo Uncle Atlas, my dear,

began to fall. Ships, my dear, are like minibuses, moving between two stops, one going, one coming. The users of Uncle Atlas are more numerous than the users of Uncle Atlas, to the point that an honorary medal called the Blue Sash was created. The Blue Ribbon, awarded to the fastest steamship to regularly cross the Atlantic, became a source of national pride.

Although unofficial, its allure lay in its symbolic significance: conquering the Atlantic. A ship earning the Blue Ribbon became a national pride, even earning a medal. For example, Britain went wild when the German ship SS Keyser William N. Gross earned the Blue Ribbon by achieving an average transatlantic crossing speed of 22 knots, or 41 knots per

hour. That meant it took six days to complete the crossing. And you know, England, with its own vision, built a ship called the RMS Mauretania specifically to win the Blue Ribbon. It succeeded in 1907, crossing the Atlantic in just four days, earning Britain the Blue Ribbon for 20 years. And steamships continued to achieve this feat.

The records were set, reducing the time to cross the Atlantic until the record reached three days, 10 hours, and 40 minutes. That means the weather wouldn't have time to change, and the Atlas Mountains wouldn't have time to slow down. That's at least four nights or five days. And that's what the ship achieved, my friend. The name of this ship was the United

States in 1952, and it still retains its blue sail to this day. Thus, steamships remained the undisputed masters of the Atlantic since the 19th century. All of this continued until a new invention began to threaten the steamships' control or dominance over transatlantic voyages. Now everyone wants to learn how to cross the Atlantic. Wait a minute,

Abu Hammad, I know you're talking about an invention. You mean the airplane? No, my friend, I'm talking about a ship, but it's an airship. Ahmed, excuse me, can you translate this paragraph into Arabic? As I told you, my friend, as soon as we discovered the Arkes base, humans knew that Theoretically, we can fly, and that's because the rule was

simple: if you can, my friend, then fear the air, and you'll fly. Or, in Arkiss's terms, you'll be extinguished. Perhaps the first people to discover this fact were the Chinese, 300 years before Christ. It was a simple rule, my dear, according to our friend Arkiss: hot air is less dense than the cold air

around it, so it floats in it. That's why, my dear, air conditioners are placed above and heaters below. Because the hot air rises, being denser than the hot air, and falls down to refresh us. But heaters are placed below because the air is hot, so the hot air rises from below, being lighter. It goes "woof," rising

upwards, and when we warm the cold air, it keeps going back and forth, warming us. The Chinese also created the SkyLant, a paper balloon with a small lamp inside that heats the air inside the balloon, thus warming the whole body. Its density is less than that of air, so it rises upwards. The Chinese used to release them into the air

to celebrate, and sometimes also to intimidate enemies. But, my friend, no one imagined that this balloon could carry anything heavier. Years passed, and we reach Europe in the 1880s, and we learn about the French brothers, the Gulf Brothers, who conceived the idea: why don't we make a hot air balloon that can lift respectable weights? Of course, for this balloon to carry

weights, it had to be very large so that the amount of hot air would be enormous, allowing it to lift a considerable weight and fly. But let me tell you, it wasn't easy. When this idea was presented to King Louis XVI, he refused, saying, "It's impossible for us to allow any of my subjects to rise into the

sky. We don't know the effect on them. What are they as living beings? We're not swans, people, to fly as we please!" Glory be to God, my dear Louis XVI! He was very attached to his people, my dear, but his people weren't merciful to him. During the French Revolution, my dear, they beheaded him and his wife, and anyone who

criticized him or took pictures of him. Anyway, the king suggested, "Since you guys built a balloon and want to put people in it, why don't we put people sentenced to death in it? They're dead anyway, and they're really dead. If they die, we'll be rid of them, so what are we afraid of? What are we afraid of?

If they get up and die, we'll have saved the executioner's fee." He concluded that a person can't fall, but if they get up and fly, then the experiment is a success, and a person can fly for a little while, my dear, and then they'll go to sleep. We'll bring the executioner and give him

the fee we saved in the previous example, and we'll consider them normal. Of course, my dear, those two wandering brothers were going crazy because, frankly, it's impossible for them to give the honor of being the first people to fly in the world to a criminal. A criminal, but a criminal sentenced to death. I mean, even if he's just an embezzler,

he's still a criminal. Understand? The two brothers suggested, " Let's not use criminals. Let's put animals instead of humans. We'll put a goat, a duck, and a rooster. The goat's anatomy is similar to human anatomy, so if it comes back unharmed, then we'll come back safe and sound, God willing. And the duck flies anyway, so if the

balloon has any other effect on the passenger, we'll know from what happens to it. As for the rooster, it was just extra confirmation; it wasn't necessary in the whole thing except that it crows like a human." Indeed, my dear, the king agrees, and on September 19, 1783, the first living creatures ever took off: a goat, a duck, and a rooster.

The calculation is a joke. The goat, the duck, and the rooster beat the dear human to flight. Stop, my dear. King Louis and his wife, Queen Marie Antoinette, eat bread, eat cake, eat whatever they like, surrounded by dignitaries, notables, and some of the Parisian people. All of them My dear friend, they stood there applauding in

amazement as they watched the flight, which lasted more than eight minutes, covered a distance of two miles, and rose 1500 feet above the ground. That's about half a kilometer, or 500 meters, my dear friend. This, my dear friend, is true flight! So, my dear friend, the goat, the duck, and the rooster could land

safely after the successful experiment. The king approved human flight, and Etienne Montgomery, one of the brothers, had the honor of being the first human to rise above the ground and the fourth living creature after the duck, the goat, and the rooster. Okay, Abu Hammad, so you mean that when this balloon takes off, we'll put some sails on it so it can cross the

Atlantic Ocean and outpace steamships? Alright, Abu Hammad, we put our trust in God. Explain now and continue. My dear friend, stop rushing and get to the point. I'll tell you, the balloon, up to this point, was exactly like a ship before the invention of the steam engine— something that floats or rises, and the air carries it.

But it still needs... Something to push and propel a balloon forward, my dear. Up until this moment, it was exactly like a ship before the invention of the steam engine—just something floating in the air, a balcony without a purpose. Nice, you're standing up there looking at people, but what do you want? To move? You want a force to push you

forward? Well, Abu Ahmad, how does the air push it? In the case of a balloon, my dear, the air thing, unfortunately, doesn't work. The air pushes the balloon itself because the balloon is lighter than air, and later with hydrogen, it became lighter and lighter. So, no sail can steer a balloon the way

ships do. The balloon, although it was a very cool invention at the time, making people in the 18th century, who still didn't know about landline telephones, fly and reach the clouds, but the ability of a balloon to have a personality, go in a certain direction, and be self-reliant was almost nonexistent, like your situation. The

balloon remained in use for long periods for entertainment and to amaze the public. Usually, we would tie it with a rope so we wouldn't get lost when there was a little wind, and of course, if Someone suggested to me the idea of crossing the Atlantic with a large balloon tied to a load.

I would tell him that this is pure fantasy. We ca n't even move it in a specific direction, let alone cross an entire ocean of 3,000 miles. But despite this, humanity kept trying, learning from its journey in shipbuilding. The French pioneers continued and created hand-operated balloons with oars, just like ships, but with flapping oars.

This design was indeed successful, but on a small scale. Muscular strength alone wasn't enough to move a large balloon at a respectable speed. We, my friend, needed a propeller. You see, my friend, I'm taking you by the hand and asking where we're going. We, as humans, need a propeller that can push this balloon

in the direction we want, powered by an engine like a steam engine, for example. The same thing happened with ships. Then, in 1852, the French engineer Henri Giffard created the first cigar-shaped balloon, equipped with a steam engine. Three horsepower, powered by coal, in the hope that we could reach the stage of complete control over the direction of movement. Actually, my dear, the

balloon succeeded and flew about 17 miles, but at a speed of 6 miles per hour. This, my dear, is of course not enough speed to overcome the wind speed. Any little breeze would easily change the balloon's direction. But of course, at that point, we could say that the experiment was a success, even if only partially. The solution,

of course, is that we need a bigger engine. A three- horsepower engine is only good for air conditioning. We want to travel on the ocean! And Hamad, while you were telling the story, an idea popped into my head. Since we're imitating what happened on ships, why don't we take the steam engine from the ships and put it in the balloon?

My dear, a steam engine is very heavy. We were lucky to have managed to fly one three-horsepower one. Let me tell you, it took us more than 30 years after that just to figure out how to put a new engine, a nine-horsepower one, but this time it was an electric motor. With batteries, and this was in the

most famous balloon, La France. La France was designed by two French engineers. You don't know why, my dear, the French love balloons, celebrations, and changing the constitution. Anyway, in 1884, they succeeded in making the La France balloon complete a full rotation, about five miles long. It would launch from a specific location, then circle and circle

and return to the same point. Mind you, this was incredible in that era. If you're not paying attention, focus with me. I got a balloon, launched it into the air, controlled it, and moved it as I pleased, sometimes with the wind and sometimes perpendicular to the wind. Going against the wind is faster than the fastest

delivery in your country. Come on, Abu Hamid, take him by the hand and let's take him to the Atlantic Ocean. We're going to the United States of America. Since we know how to control the balloon's direction, we'll let it fly over the ocean. Let me tell you, this was an electric motor. If

you decided to cross the Atlantic with an electric motor powered by batteries, do you know how many batteries we'd need? Impossible, of course. And despite the experiment's success, it was still too early to cross the Atlantic. The engines we have, whether steam or electric, if they reach the Atlantic, it will swallow you up, and we'll be back laughing at the Atlantic.

Who are these 3000? I'm not joking, Abu Ahmed. I'm tired. Don't get into the part where you tell us the engine that will solve the crisis. The law of historical determinism and the law of the Da7ee7 episodes. Do you know, my dear, which engine came in and solved it? The internal combustion engine. Do you

know who that is, Abu Hamid? The car engine. Yours, I don't have a car, Abu Hamid. The one who brought hope for propelling the balloon with greater force and continuous, lighter energy, of course, Abu Hamid, the one who invented this engine was a Frenchman. He invented the balloon with an internal engine and

brought people to watch. No, my dear, it was a Brazilian named Alberto Santos. All his names are pronounced very normally, but let me tell you frankly, he lived in France. This man made a balloon with a four-cylinder engine that rotated a single propeller and ran on gasoline. You could fill its tank and

let it launch. A practical and effective engine. Mr. Alberto Santos flew it on October 19, 1901, around the Eiffel Tower, and he also made a complete loop seven meters long. All of this, my dear, in 30 minutes to prove beyond a doubt that the balloon is now tamed and humans can now control it

completely, and also with a light engine that can propel it forward for hours and days. And despite, my dear, the great French heritage in the guided balloon, and let's call it from this moment on While the term "airship" is used in the context of airships, the first truly practical airship used for transportation, not just experimentation, was

created by the German engineer Count Ferdinand von Zeppelin. Simultaneously with French experiments with the internal combustion engine, Zeppelin built the first airship used for transportation, the Z1. This ship was equipped with two gasoline engines, each producing 14 horsepower, and could fly at a speed of 17 miles per hour. A few years later, in 1906, Zeppelin collaborated with the

renowned German company Maybach to build the Z2 airship, which was equipped with two engines, each producing 125 horsepower. ( We're not talking about horses anymore; we're talking about stables!) Zeppelin continued to build his engineering marvels one after another, much like an iPhone. The Z3 was released in 1906, the Z4 in 1908, and the Z5 followed. In 1909, if we had let

him go a little longer, he would have landed the plane with two pilots and landed the Pro and Max. The dear man kept going until he reached the Z126 in 1924. This, my dear, was the moment of the Atlantic. The Z126 was ready, standing proudly, determined to face the mighty Atlas. The Z126 was equipped with five engines,

each with 400 horsepower. 400 horsepower, Abu Hamid! Each engine had its own speed, my dear. It reached 80 miles per hour. It would cut through the clouds, and indeed, it covered the distance in October 1924 from Germany to New Jersey, 5,000 miles. All of this, my dear, in just 3 days. Do you realize, my dear, the

achievement at that time? If you were in Germany and wanted to cross the Atlantic, you would first travel to the Atlantic wall, 1,000 miles away, then take a ship, and it would take four days to reach it. Once you reach the other side, you decide where you want to go in America. It's literally like you're

flying from Germany to America. Atlas, my friend, is a planet-wide spaceship. Anything with a motor can fly over it, set records, hold competitions, and even make fun of things in the middle of the oceans. The German company Zeppelin continued its ambitious project until it succeeded in organizing regular transatlantic flights in the 1930s.

The trip carries 60 passengers who sit in luxury and elegance, enjoying hotel-like accommodations, even better than steamships. If you had lived 90 years ago, you would have had the option of crossing the Atlantic in a flying hotel 200 meters above sea level. And when I say flying hotel, I'm not exaggerating. I don't mean a fancy class ticket where

they give you an extra portion of meat, or a business class ticket where you sit comfortably. This is a hotel in the truest sense of the word. Get ready for sleep. Halls for dining, celebrations, writing, playing music, and drawing. A five-star hotel that flies you across the Atlantic. A three-night stay and the view is the ocean. The ocean is like that,

surrounded by whales from all directions, Abu Ahmed. I want, I want to go back and live in that time. Aziz, that dream is naive and you'll regret it very soon. Aziz, honestly, if I were you, I wouldn't want to live in that time at all for three reasons. First, the world was racist back then and there was

slavery. Second, a tiny bit of bacteria could kill you and you wouldn't even know what you had. Third, I mean, I'm castrated. Zeppelin was offering those trips to the elite of society. You're not flying back and forth now. Zeppelin was like all the train and ship companies; they all started with the same model, hotel-like specifications at first.

If you saw, for example, old trains and old ships, you'd see a level of luxury that's hard to find now because the first passengers on those means of transport were the rich. Basically, the song was powerful not because they had an excessive spirit of experimentation and adventure, God forbid, but because these were the customers who

could afford the very high cost at that time. So, this transportation had to be equipped with the best luxuries of its era, and the Zeppelin Company wanted to compete with the huge steamships that regularly sailed the Atlantic Ocean. So, they conducted an unprecedented experiment, one that hasn't even been replicated. There's nothing like it in

our time. Airplanes, my friend, no matter how many luxuries they have, are just pressurized metal boxes that fly at very high altitudes. There's no oxygen or atmospheric pressure suitable for life. But the airship reached a maximum altitude of just one foot, meaning you were floating above the ground. You didn't have any pressure problems. So, the

ship wasn't just equipped with windows that could be opened easily. You could open the airplane window and look around freely and wave to the people below, like you were running for president. My friend, there was also... Terraces and balconies, and our plane, just move around like that and you go into a bathroom the size of a matchbox, and for the whole

flight you sit like a stuffed pigeon in a fart. The one who made it like that, so the rice wouldn't fall off, my dear, back in the day they'd go out and light a cup of tea and a cigarette on the balcony, all on the plane, and then come back and sit comfortably, enjoying the piano playing. And if you saw a

pretty girl, you could ask her if she'd allow you this dance, and you'd dance a slow dance on the plane. All of this, my dear, in the air. And at the end of the night on the plane you go into your bedroom, sleep on a bed, and if you like, if you get an idea, you

can go into the writing room and write down your inspiration. All of this, my dear, on a plane. I know, my dear, that crossing the Atlantic isn't a story anymore. The matter has become easy; crossing it is no longer as historically difficult as I'm telling you about. Many things have happened since that beautiful moment of

Zeppelin and crossing the Atlantic. On a beautiful air cushion, but as usual, life doesn't always give you happy endings, and the Zeppelin era ended in tragedy when the regular airplane came and replaced the balloon. The human of this era is practical and strong; he doesn't want to dance for it on the Atlantic Ocean. He wants to arrive faster. Crossing the

Atlantic is now measured in hours, not days. Currently, the record set using regular passenger planes, which are no faster than the sound barrier except for the Concorde, reached, my dear, five hours. Five hours to cross the Atlantic, which used to take three days. Those were precious in Columbus's time; he was still standing on the edge of the ship,

waving goodbye to his family. But we came and found all of this already in place. And if the legends say that beyond the ocean was Atlas, then today we see that beyond this ocean is not Atlas, but America. America resembles Atlas in many ways because, just as Atlas was banished to the new mechanical world

led by Zeus because he no longer had a place there, many immigrants... Europeans left their countries and went to America after the Industrial Revolution because they could n't find a place for themselves in the new world it created. And after America became America, following Atlas's example, America sided with the old powers, like Britain and France, in

its war against the new powers like Germany and Japan. But America's luck was better than Atlas's. Leaving aside the myth of Atlas and all this Greek nonsense and historical speculation, I prefer the name the ancient Arabs gave this ocean. Neither Atlantic nor Atlantis, they called it, my dear, the Sea of Darkness, simply because they didn't

know or see what lay beyond it, like the rest of the ancient world at that time. At the same time, they always saw the sun set in it, as if it truly was the end of the world or the last boundary of the earth. You can tell, my dear, that the Arabs had a feeling that

this sea would never bring any good, honestly, except when it came to hamburgers, tomatoes, corn, Netflix, Hulu, HBO, iPhones, Microsoft, Envy, and so on. A company like that from SP5, 100, but the whole world there is darkness. Oh my dear, the easiest person to throw my play at is the white man, so may God punish the

white man. And the second person I throw my play at the most is President Biden, and the third person I throw my play at the most is capitalism, and the fourth person I throw my play at is colonialism. May God punish them all. Oh Lord, if this is in our interest, may they

all drown in the Atlantic and not find a way to save their grandfather. That's it, my dear. Finally, but not least, don't look at the previous parts, look at the upcoming parts. You look at the sources. We are on YouTube. Subscribe to the channel. You know, my dear, the Atlantic is easy, my dear. A set of lengths

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