Should I Wax My Underarms

Goodbye

Me lo ricordo? Porca miseria se me lo ricordo, come se fosse ieri.

Anzi, era ieri. Era il 12 aprile 1981.

Ero a casa con una caviglia distrutta, dato che a scuola me l'avevano scambiata per il pallone.
Si, beh, non sono mai stata una signorina buona a pettinar bambole, ecco.

Comunque, per farla breve, un paio di giorni prima ero scappata dal pronto soccorso con una scarpa in mano e mamma a far da stampella quando mi ero resa conto che, a dispetto delle mie perplessità, they wanted a foot cast, which, X-rays in hand, was not broken and that more was swelling visibly threatening to quickly take the size of a watermelon.

Appeals to the everlasting care of Constance, whose natural ointments, greasy concoctions rather disgusting and painful massage has given the world generations of dissolute boys.

fact is that this afternoon, if I remember correctly the launch scheduled for Friday to Sunday and then skidded, I was at home with his foot wrapped in front of the TV to enjoy the live launch of Space Shuttle Columbia.

Even when the RAI series of public service and I was placed on the worldwide telecast direttone beautiful things for a bit more interesting cleavage of Ventura.

I confess, I was prey to uncontrollable excitement. I watched spellbound the funny black nose of the shuttle pointed toward the sky.

was a new amazing, think you, a shuttle that is recovered and reused, not like those old behemoths of the Saturn Apollo missions in the end nothing's left except a donut kind of ridiculous in spring ' ocean.

What I have in my head I saw it a real base Alpha with the shuttle to shuttle between the earth and the moon.

The launch was an orgasm ... .3,2,1 and lift off! See the bus clinging to the giant white tank rise slowly from the ground in a cloud of smoke and flames, begin to see the impressive climb into the sky, the release of the launcher side and then the reservoir, I wondered how the hell did surprise cameras to frame even those details here.

Two-day mission followed with bated breath for the entire world.

On 14 April 1981, the return. I was there, still paw the air and nose glued to the screen, to see that monster hovering in the air silent as a bird, lower the basket and recline unexpectedly graceful in the dust of the base runway at Edwards. And in the space that we would return, whenever necessary.

In that moment everything seemed possible, improved. A new frontier.

Then the crisis of the black NASA, bad choices, budget cuts, the disasters of the Challenger, exploded just seconds after the flight decolllo in 1986, and Columbia, pulverized during re-entry in 2003, tragedy that claimed the life to the crew, two years of stop missions, the imposition of increasingly stringent maintenance standards and that led to heavy to an uncontrolled increase in costs and then the '11/09/2001, wars, casinos, the global economic crisis.

Until you get to date with the retirement of Discovery.

For good or for evil ends an era for me.

A little 'quietly, without fanfare at the beginning, with an aftertaste a bit' bitter that the world has gone crazy in the meantime behind many other things, goes a piece of my, of our history .
E 'finished a dream, not romantically, "smangiucchiato" from reality, as always happens in all your dreams.
But it was nice.

Tomorrow happened.

PS: laughing and joking the Jurassic Soyuz, though revised, it still works.
But you see it? 'Sti damn communists!