A gentle game of Life and Death: Travels with puff

The appeal of Richard Bach to the incredulous reader
Working on "Travels with puff", I still didn't understand what lay in the book a special tune that Nahuel me the airplane engine is the leitmotif of my short stay on planet Earth. Same song sing to myself God knows how many hundreds of millions of people: "What is freedom and how we can day by day to realize it, paving their own path in life?"
The most striking embodiment of such freedom we serve different kinds of Wanderers, tramps and researchers. Are you ready to cast aside the established rules? Willing to trade the external stability internal stability — or even a complete lack thereof? They call us: "Woo-hoo! Friends-vagabonds, adventurers! Right here!"
But it's not me. I'm not a hobo. With vagrants me are United by only two things: 1) I have no tie, and 2) I never wore a Tux. Moreover, I stubbornly reject both of these items, don't wear neither. But this is not enough to declare yourself alpha tramp... at best I can claim a place somewhere between lambdas and epsilons.
Someone might even suggest that I in their books much just paravidya, and my words with deeds.
I have no doubt that this story will cause the same suspicion: you decide if I made it all up. Before my acquaintance with Mr. Jabbi and even with the puff I'm well aware that people will doubt the reality of it all, whatever I wrote, and suspect that any my story is no more than idle fantasy hacks, which from time to time imposingly stands up with down pillows, to capture their fantasies on paper.
First, though doubtful, evidence of the veracity of my story will provide a simple camera of my mobile phone. Then in my support will also be my brother in spirit and through the air, the pilot Dan Nickens, armed with unsurpassed SLR camera Canon EOS 5D. His pictures will be the best proof of every word in the narrative, which I hope you are going to read.