Music while you read: Huecco – Mirando al Cielo
Dear nephew,
There are many things that I might have told you already and yet those letters continue growing in my heart and my hard drive with no clear intention nor accumulation of facts.
The station, you know, suffered dramatical impacts of an asteroid fragments not far. Life seemed to have stopped for a glimpse on our hearts, souls were just awakened and brains would fail to work hard.
Some were ejected to Mars, as you probably could picture with the previous notes. Communication is poorer on the red land. And interferences from Venus would easily overlap. I was on that bunch.
Días extraños no wonder, my little beast. There was a bit of ignorance of any further bite, a bit of obscurity and anguish, some bits of anger and pieces of pathological happiness when the base was still to be properly staffed. Still a thread of hope would breach into anyone chest and head, desperation, so we choosed not to let through any.
Take a rest now
Be prompt later .
Love, Uncle J.
España XXI 