Heard a buzz similar to that of a gigantic mosquito traveling at the speed of light.

When residents hear the buzz of planes overhead, most dash for cover.

I don't wear a watch. I switch off my computer, so I can't hear the email pinging into the basket, and I just slow down to his pace and we read.

This is Terminal Four at Heathrow, typical of any terminal big, heavy roof, blocking out the sunlight, lots of machinery, big pipes, whirring machinery.

As a result, instead of winning hearts and minds, the US, with the constant humming of killer drones in the air, is driving fear into every living soul in the tribal areas.

Japan is already focusing on giving women in the region the skills they need to earn a living. In Mindanao, where Japan built a vocational training center for women, the sounds of gunshots and angry cries have been replaced by the whir of sewing machines.

I remember very well my own experiences in October 1993. When you hear bullets whiz by, the last thing you want to do is head in the direct from which they flew (and I m not even taking into consideration stun grenades, firecrackers, and police clubs).

Why didn't the people outside simply drop their Molotov cocktails and run in the other direction? When Golyshev describes his own experience with the whiz of bullets, he says that human instinct demands fleeing from gunfire not attacking its source.