Pedro Duque's diary from space

27 October 2003

All you know is that you've just woken up. Nothing, really nothing, squeezes
you or pushes you, nor do you have to make any effort to raise your arm and
rub your eyes. In fact, strangely enough, your hand seems to want to get
closer to your eye all of its own accord. You feel you have slept very
deeply, and the world around you calmly comes into focus. A noise. engines?
No, it's the fans - a light breeze.

You open your eyes to a weird light and laptop computers switched on all
around you. Why are they up on the ceiling? Of course, you are waking up in
a space station, after a night inside your sleeping bag, with your arms
floating in front of your face - as usual - and legs in that semi-curled
position in which the push and pull between the different muscles is evenly
balanced. It's amazing how well you can sleep in here, thanks to how much
they make you work and the softness of the mattress.

You check the time and it's a quarter to five. Soon, you think, the alarm
clock will ring. You could sleep a few more minutes - it would do you good.
The mist clears and the daily plan comes to your head. Let's see, biology,
medicine, physical experiments... and TV interviews. Then you suddenly
remember the first interview is at 06:00 and that can't wait.
If you start an experiment 15 minutes late you may be delayed for the rest
of the day, but the orbits are a relentless clock and the Station will pass
over the antennas picking up the television signal at 06:00, not a second
more, not a second less. Will you have time for breakfast after the
connection?

Forget about sleeping a bit longer, quickly get out of the sleeping bag and
look for the precise plan of the day, even if you have little hope: most
likely you have to be ready for work very soon. Oops, too quickly! The
sleeping bag and the daily plan, which was hanging on the wall, quickly move
away.

Without your reflexes fully awake you don't manage to find a handle and you
end up in the laptops, which are luckily attached to the wall and for the
nth-time they cushion you. It doesn't matter, the laptops have an electronic
version of the daily plan - in fact, after the television interview it's
straight into the experiment activities, and you have to hurry.

You take the clean clothes, the soft-soled shoes and the paper with the
details of the interview. Flying towards the 'bathroom' you meet no-one,
everything is quite dark and you are the first up. The bathroom is just a
point in the corridor with a large mirror and everything stuck to the wall
with Velcro - combs, water bags, soap bags, no-rinse camping shampoo,
etcetera. You find your towels and wet one of them with the soap. You get
cleaned, more or less - this is not the day to be meticulous. Comb your
hair, get dressed... now for breakfast.

Luckily your commander is already up and, even if he hasn't had time to get
dressed, he is already switching on the Station's television system and
setting up the camera. What does the note about the interview say? With the
Spanish flag in the background, this television, this commentator, these are
the possible questions.

Stretch the flag, which of course in zero gravity stubbornly persists in
becoming all tangled up. This is not the first time, all is under control
and the background is ready in two minutes. Its 05:30.


You take some tea bags, a canned omelette and a bag containing pieces of
white bread. You begin filling the bags with lyophilised products and in the
rush you burn your hand - nothing serious, the temperature is such that it
avoids people getting badly burnt.

With the can-opener you uncover the omelette, which at first sight could be
pâté or cheese. Fortunately the spoon has not flown away during the night,
this time you won't have to recover it from a filter; you are not making
beginner's mistakes anymore.

Its 05:48 and the lights have to be turned on. Your commander shouts to you
"balans bieloie!!" and you immediately grab a piece of paper, put it in
front of the camera to help define the white for the camera - that's what
your commander was asking you to do in Russian. The focusing process makes
you leave your breakfast for a while.

It's 05:58, you leave somewhere, half-eaten, the last bits of omelette, most
likely they will stain something. You squash the can to save room in the
garbage, and they are already calling through the radio in Moscow. Yes, we
are ready (not true, you are still cleaning your face). Ok, you can start
the interview.

When the interview ends, you share a burst of laughter with your mates
because of the near miss. This relieves tension - there's still a full day
of work ahead. Thank heavens it ends back in your sleeping bag - a pure
feather mattress.


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Jacques :-)

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