Monday, February 25, 2013

Building week report: Monday

Hi!

We are making great progress! The light is done, the cleaning away of unwanted things is done, the sound is as good as done and yesterday the consoles arrived, with all the tech boys!

We have unfortunately lost our cook (the props guy) to his day job but we have a new one coming in tomorrow. We will give you a video from the ship later in the week.

But right now I want to remind you of the system breif where you can read about how to maneuver the ship!
Go read it! It is inspirational and important and most of all very pretty.

I got a wonderful story in the mail from one of our participants and felt I wanted you guys to read it.

So I present to you:

"A short tale from a daydreaming grown-kid player"

By Enrico Francese


When I was a child, the school took us to a local theatre to see a
show. I don't remember the title, but it was about two kids, brother
and sister, who became friends with an alien, named Wilko, fallen down
on Earth. Wilko looked like a funny rat, and came from the planet
Wilkonia. The two siblings, astronomy lovers, after many adventures
helped him to return home.

Afterwards, the cast from the show came to visit us in school. They
conducted a kind of workshop about Wilkonia, during which we did
drawings, made up stories and created giant posters, all because, they
said, at the end of this preparation we were going to get on a rocket
and fly to Wilkonia. We were going to meet Wilko and his people!

I could not believe my ears. As we were leaving the room, forming a
line while the actors were distributing space passports to all of us,
I could not contain my joy. I was all like "Can you believe it? We are
going into space! This is awesome!" I was happy because I was a young
kid dreaming about the stars, as many other 7 years old kids do.

So, the actors arranged the chairs in two rows, and one by one they
made us climb aboard the "rocket". They told us to hold on, because
the take-off would have been rough. The captain shut an invisible
door. The actors made some noise, inviting us to follow the movements
of the rocket with our body. Finally, the captain announced the
landing, and gave us permission to get off. We got up from our seats,
and we scattered across the room where the workshop was being held.

I was puzzled. Was it a test launch, like the ones astronauts do with
simulators, to train for space flight? After all, we did not wear
spacesuits or helmets. I looked at my friends, but I could not find on
their faces any trace of disappointment or surprise. Didn't they
realize that something wasn't right? We walked towards the exit,
forming again a quiet queue. At the door, one of the actors was
stamping the passports, bidding us welcome on the planet. When my turn
came, I dared to ask, "When do we actually go to Wilkonia?". "We have
just arrived!" she replied, stamping my card, showing an unusual
enthusiasm for a simple space custom officer. "But I mean, *really*
go" I wanted to add. The line moved on.

It was at this point that I realized that we would have never gone to
space. That Wilkonia, which might not even have been real, would have
existed only in our giant posters and drawings. I thought it wasn't
nice of them to pretend that a row of chairs was a rocket ship that
would take us into space, when in fact it did not even move from the
room. And the stupid passport with the mouse-shaped stamp? Just a
useless prop.

I still remember the disappointment of that broken promise. I was a
child who had been denied Space.

But I'm not a child anymore. I'm a grown man. I'm ready to take back
the promise they have stolen from me. Next month, I will embark on the
Monitor Celestra.



Lovely, isn't it? 
Ok, I have three more meetings to go to this morning so I will see you later!

/Sofia 

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful! I totally recognize myself (at least the feelings I had as a child, I'm a bit more cynical now) in it. As for this space journey - it will be awesome and every bit as true as I want it to be!

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