The trip ended a second ago. It starts already. We launched at an amazing speed of 108 000 km / h. Even the daredevil bikers, if he had fallen en route, could not think we should catch up and spend a year waiting for our return, crestfallen, alone in space.
I am standing in the field moist and numb and I plunge my eye in the sky. 30 km / s! Tabarnak. The old ball was still going to. It breaks twice in one second what I cover in an hour on the Gaxuxa. In one day, therefore, 2,592,000 km. It's incredible that our hair can remain in place, uhm?
In short, the revolution that began a few seconds we will go around this nuclear madness that is raging in the sun 365.25 days. And as that same sun each year brings us elsewhere around the Milky Way and that it also moves some unknown rendezvous, well we will never returns to the same place. We are in perpetual tourism (and not just the south of France). I wish everyone a safe journey. Try to get the most out of each of these delicious and exotic 946 080 000 kilometers. It is mandatory, but free. © Éric McComber
