|Nostalgie. Ce qu'il reste. Des nuages, comme|
les vrais (oxygène+hydrogène).
Photos : rke
Atlantis running as a routa round us, around the Earth, and I rotate a stir
Time T+1, 12:29 (6:29 p.m., Swiss time). I can not pull myself together. Emotion me win, but I struggle to write to you, for you to share this historic moment. I have never seen such enthusiasm for this flight, but when you first launch of a shuttle, Columbia, April 12, 1981. One minute, I had flown with them, these astronauts. I fall back to earth, up close. I return to my senses. I think of you, in Switzerland who can be there. That's it, just straight, I rush to the press center of journalists pegged. More places to write to you, more internet works. I thirst. Mosquitoes love me too, my skin turns red. I scratch all over. But it is rewarding.