When I was a child, I didn't have big dreams and I didn't imagine myself visiting distant planets. But my fascination with space has grown over the years. It is now, in my thirties, that I look at the sky with the fascination of a child and the vertigo of one who looks towards the unknown. It is now, closer to my death than to my birth, that the paradigmatic idea of the child who wants to be a cosmonaut is growing in me. But I understand now that it may have always been my destiny, not to be the pilot of the rocket, but the one who imagines the scene and builds the cardboard spaceship.