vamos al cielo
photo poetry by christinis real
translated to spanish
My life in a moon trabant
It wrote the Year 2014 when i was shot in a russian warcraft satellite
to Space. Im just a small species of male Rattus Norvegicus,
more common known as Laboratory Rats.
The reason why the scientist send my to this honorus
mission because they want to test
special hormones who are able renew the process of
cell splitting and renonvation for an indefinite time.
My job in this warcraft is to feed three dogs, which went with
me under the same conditions, but as they are dogs, the are not clever enough to
control ther nutrition plan themselves, so i have to feed them, within they became
to my only and best friends.
I also found acess to some telecopes, computers and digital cameras
which are purposed for human visitors, so called astronaut scientists,
but its very rare we ve got visited of them, maybe twice a year, and the astronauts leave the ship
usually after 72 hours time,
without saying hello or goodbye there.
Most of the time me and the three dogs are the only inhabitants of the warcraft.
All this technology around me i have to use totally confident. The workrat is working with solar panels
and all the computers are switched on to an automatic programmed time they have to do their jobs.