It is, if you have money for it. It's prohibitively expensive. And in Revachol, the place that I am from, aerostatics have been outlawed. [ Kim shrugs a little ruefully, watching the little plastic propellor spin with as much vigor as it used to, when he was young. ] A post-war ruling from the victors. If we want to be able to travel by air, we do it through their government's means, not our own.

[ His parents must have known that when they had gifted him the silly little thing. That they were selling him an impossible dream. A dream of reading Seolite, a dream of a place where just owning this toy didn't condemn you, a dream of a free Revachol, a dream of a world where he could one day take to the skies.

It isn't the case. He was born in Revachol, and he'll die in Revachol. If they don't die here, that is. ]

To be perfectly honest, that's why I was so surprised to find this toy here. I threw it out. Decades ago.