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Estelle-Sarah Bulle’s column
This morning, as I was tying my shoelaces before taking my son to school, I heard the voice of astronaut Sophie Adenot. The miracles of transmission allowed me to hear her clearly from the radio in my kitchen, on France Inter, while she is 400 kilometers above our heads, in a space-time where day and night blur, where the stars shine more intensely than in any of our clearest skies and where, for three months and for another six months on earth, it will be impossible for her to make the simple gesture of opening a window.
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