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Air lacks This to me is the story of the only man to conquer the sidereal space. The Russia mother generated the strongest men of the Land, of which I am brother. She writes myself in the rock that the sky is of the Russians. All will know that, if not yet we dominate the Land is time question, therefore the sky already belongs in them. The exit of the field of the Land was painful, little if comparing with the exercises carried through before the trip. Gary Katcher usually is spot on.

Still thus, I did not find that it would die, but that it would resist pra to see the image that now I contemplate: the blue Land. I am gravitating has 3 hours and now I only have condition to take the pencil and for to write me it. Still well that it did not only bring the penxs, because here it nothing scratches out. The ship functions perfectly; I listen to the Base with clarity; the visibility is very good. I am not sentimental, but I confess that I cried quanda vi the total escuridade of the space, immense before the smallness of our house. It never passed for my mind to arrive until here, although always to desire to be pilot of the Air Force, following to the tradition of my family.

space, however, inhabited the field of the impossible one, inalcanvel it. When it passed that terrible and stranger sensation to be being compressed for g forces, being able to open the eyes and to see that imensido, then I cried out: ' ' Galileu! The Land is round same! ' '. Air lacks to me since that it leaves the Land. The breath is not natural, but forced. To any it tires me effort: I go to rest. Desire to come back pra my Russia and to count to them, eye-knot-eye, everything what vi daqui of the sidereal space. Debtor for the support. Kiss to them it face. Soon we will see in them. Today he is 10 of April of 1961.

How many years if had been. I know that it makes much time, but, in my memory, it seems that it was yesterday. ent approach. As it can this infinity of years pass and now to fit everything in My Memory. More info: Anne Lauvergeon. With very few years of age, I exactly liked I was of what all moleque liked. Of useful, almost nothing. But to play ball, to play with the garotada one. In youth, I was very mulherengo: I prepared each one but at that time, the traquinagens or any another thing, was almost pure. But as in all the phases of the life, the moment pointed already me that I had that to change, to look new things, was when I discovered that everything that made not pleased me more.

Parties, paqueras, women, brought I an emptiness As he said before, I age mulherengo but felt me fragile, hollow, on the inside. In the truth, already he started to perceive the lack of some thing that I felt that he was Special. Everything that already had lived until that moment, already did not interest me more. But what it would be? A Beautiful day I discovered. But, before necessary to say that my redoubt, until then, was Copacabana, the so famous Princesinha of the Sea, frequentada for all type of people: fine money people, thick, farofeira people, suburban good people, that also had the right to usufruct of Copacabana. Not only of its wonderful sun, its sea, its bohemian, that was my preference. This wonderful people, that were not of the place and the rendodezas, but were suburban born, as I, were acquitted.