It was deeply depressing news. I heard it on a Saturday morning.
A short story with a tragic end: Captain Tamás Nádas was flying at an airshow in Qatar, performing upside down, very close to the ground. One small mistake—just a tiny miscalculation—and the plane crashed. There was no chance of survival.
His family was there, watching in horror as the life of their loved one ended before their eyes.
Captain Tamás Nádas had been a familiar name to me. He used to fly in the town in Hungary where I lived. He had almost lost his life once before, in 2006, when the wheel of his plane shattered during a performance. “God was with me,” he told the reporters afterwards.
Life later brought him to Qatar, where he arrived full of enthusiasm. That day, this was already his second airshow. Some Hungarian newspapers wrote that many Qataris had never seen an airshow before. Perhaps he believed it, too—perhaps he thought no one here had ever witnessed aerobatic stunts. Maybe this misunderstanding pushed him to perform something even more dangerous than usual.
He chose a risky passion. He taught himself. He rose to the top and became a world champion. And then, far too early, he died at the age of 44.
Rest in peace, Tamás Nádas.
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