...We, were -I suppose- close to Ezeiza; the glory of the morning glory was blue because of the sky (you know there are some days when May falls, the days when May falls in the southern hemisphere).
The skyey sheet was like a tall mirror of vaseline extended over the huge oval conch of the universe, that oval conch that never ever ends, and that paradoxically is over us, and under us: we were close to the zone called Transradio Internacional, that in this moment I can’t remember well if is closer to Almirante Brown than to Luis Guillón. The tall cold grasses of the zone still had some frost from the dawn (the exact moment of the congelation in the suburbia during later May, June and July is at 5.34 a.m.); the jeep we were moving forward in, was reaching a zone of burnt grasses and abandoned factories with their desolate hangars and their brick walls: I just cannot explain why that was a military zone nor what could I being doing there in 1976. The place was full of reactors that started shining silvery at the blue of the polythene of the sky: we knew we were taken there to make something, but we didn’t know what.
But we knew that we had a presage. And what the presages are? What, but the remembrance of things already lived..? SI unit capacitors were surrounding the camouflaged jeeps in order to power with them one of the oddest things I’ve ever seen. Soldiers were being ejected from Earth. They were being ejected to the space, like catapulted, by an effect of dielectric field. The height they reached was variable, according to the mission: some, just 500.000 feet; some others were ejected up to an altitude near to the Moon. They had ultra resistant cords tied to their suits, in the back.
These cords were like thin-white flexible diaphragms. Men, ejected to clean satellites from stellar dung, to sweep the Moon. Men, ejected towards the airy blue amplitudes, until the molecules of the capacitors became polarized or the mission was accomplished. From the scary distances of the cold they communicated by means of low-frequency signals, as far as I knew later.
The static amplitude around the whole place was increased due to the sine waves or the impedance: we knew we would be ejected there: nobody talked a word. The Sun was taking a rise, ricocheting on the strange aeronauts like pearls floating in the azure.
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The skyey sheet was like a tall mirror of vaseline extended over the huge oval conch of the universe, that oval conch that never ever ends, and that paradoxically is over us, and under us: we were close to the zone called Transradio Internacional, that in this moment I can’t remember well if is closer to Almirante Brown than to Luis Guillón. The tall cold grasses of the zone still had some frost from the dawn (the exact moment of the congelation in the suburbia during later May, June and July is at 5.34 a.m.); the jeep we were moving forward in, was reaching a zone of burnt grasses and abandoned factories with their desolate hangars and their brick walls: I just cannot explain why that was a military zone nor what could I being doing there in 1976. The place was full of reactors that started shining silvery at the blue of the polythene of the sky: we knew we were taken there to make something, but we didn’t know what.
But we knew that we had a presage. And what the presages are? What, but the remembrance of things already lived..? SI unit capacitors were surrounding the camouflaged jeeps in order to power with them one of the oddest things I’ve ever seen. Soldiers were being ejected from Earth. They were being ejected to the space, like catapulted, by an effect of dielectric field. The height they reached was variable, according to the mission: some, just 500.000 feet; some others were ejected up to an altitude near to the Moon. They had ultra resistant cords tied to their suits, in the back.
These cords were like thin-white flexible diaphragms. Men, ejected to clean satellites from stellar dung, to sweep the Moon. Men, ejected towards the airy blue amplitudes, until the molecules of the capacitors became polarized or the mission was accomplished. From the scary distances of the cold they communicated by means of low-frequency signals, as far as I knew later.
The static amplitude around the whole place was increased due to the sine waves or the impedance: we knew we would be ejected there: nobody talked a word. The Sun was taking a rise, ricocheting on the strange aeronauts like pearls floating in the azure.
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