It's refreshing that at the end of a pandemic, a new species emerges: space millionaires.
Those super rich people who spend millions to get away, gravitate a few minutes, see things from another perspective and feel the rush.
Then, return to Earth enlightened after 15 minutes of stratospheric cost (even more than electricity for the Spanish) and with a wide smile and unapologetic effusiveness.
Welcome, space millionaires.
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Jeff Bezos reaches space and successfully completes the flight with the crew of the Blue Origin ship
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Bravo Jeff Bezos, yes, bravo on your space odyssey that has put you ahead of or a little higher than your other super-rich competitors, Mr. Musk and Mr. Branson. Although Richard Branson's ship is cuter and the longest heavenly experience, the Amazon owner's traveled a few miles further up and was accompanied by his brother, very sexy, because he has that Texan vibe with a robust sense of humor, accompanied of cowboy boots and a nice lizard smile. And that good lady, an astronaut, an octogenarian, who lives all this space adventure with the face of Pedro Duque before they throw him out of that other unmanned spacecraft that may be the Spanish Government. Great everything. Millionaires without gravity, could there be a better tourism plan to delve into the post-covid future? A plan without mites, without viruses.The important thing is not the destination, what matters is the trip, but without bad vibes. It's 15 minutes, the same ones that Andy Warhol sentenced: "In the future everyone will be famous for 15 minutes." Well, in the present, which is that future, we will all gravitate for those 15 minutes.
Here, with our feet on the ground, it is uncomfortable to share space with the badly recorded statements of the president of Real Madrid, Florentino Pérez, who is going like a rocket. Such negative statements and with that air of superiority about the people, the people who assure him a position of power. There is no talk of anything else. The best opinion, that of Almudena Grandes, stating that the cowed silence around the figure of Florentino is at the same time an expression of his power, the dominance he exercises and the revenge he receives. Nothing is going to change a lot in the world of football, but I would introduce a small change: that that garbancero and faltón language is avoided. This fondness for barking lacks galactic elegance.
Florentino flies stoically over the filtration of his recordings, while Prince Harry announces a book at a cost of 17 million euros. It looks like a galactic operation. Remember the memories that Lana Turner,
sex symbol
of Golden Hollywood, he wrote about the murder, at the hands of his daughter Cheryl, of her abusive and violent lover, John Stompanato. Cheryl heard how the gangster-lover threatened to disfigure her mother with blows. He entered his mother's room with a knife that could have the same measurements as the lover's penis, approached him, plunged the knife, and killed him. It's one of the great Hollywood scandals and it managed to propel Lana's career higher. Prince Harry's autobiographical book has a bit of that same morbid, revealing and rehabilitative atmosphere that we love so much. We wish him luck. Of course much more than that ugly sculpture of his mother, Diana of Wales, which he inaugurated with his brother.
It's hard to leave Diana alone. You have to accept it. It is also difficult to accept what may happen at the Tokyo Olympics. I have a theory, it is not easy to prove: It is about that famous coffee with milk that the then mayor Ana Botella invited, after Madrid lost the opportunity to host these games that Tokyo did win. That little coffee was a poisoned potion in the Plaza Mayor. You take away capital from me, but you don't know what awaits you when you keep it. That the same thing does not happen with the adventures of the space millionaires.