Mission Elena I

The Elena I mission is a trip to the moon starring women from the city of Medellín, Colombia, women who as children dreamed of becoming astronauts.

My grandfather always believed that the astronauts who traveled to outer space were men.  Men born and educated in the industrialized nations of planet Earth.  He never believed it possible that those astronauts could come from the periphery of the world, or that maybe they would be women.  His mind was filled with images of the footprints of Buzz Aldrin on the lunar regolith, the photo of Neil Armstrong with the flag of the United States, the silhouette in shadow of both of them over the craters of the Sea of Tranquility.  Elena I appeals to the strength of the imagination to transform the story of the trip to outer space, and specifically, to the moon, that was documented, narrated and lived by men.  How decisive would it have been had one or more women been part of the missions that traveled to our satellite?  To hear their voices in the recordings of the historical archives, see their photos on the covers of magazines and newspapers?  How would our imaginations have been formed?  Perhaps, we would have led more trips to outer space in movies, had starring roles in science fiction books, and had our footprints on the moon. Our position of power in outer space would be unrealized, with practices and policies that represent the humane aspect of women. The Elena I mission is a trip to the moon starring women from the city of Medellín, Colombia, women who as children dreamed of becoming astronauts.  I use archival resources produced in the NASA Apollo missions to challenge and reimagine a new narrative created from the periphery. I also work with the records created by the women who were part of the mission, and in so doing, provide a new voice to tell the story of the trip to the Moon. 

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The hatch closes. The rocket is like a sleeping animal that has just woken up. With five minutes until launch, the nozzles at the bottom, which look like giant bells, move like pendulums and the entire vehicle dances with them. I feel like there is an elephant alive under me. Alive, on its knees, and about to rise. The systems are working. I am ready to leave the planet. Twelve, eleven, ten, nine.

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The F-1 engines of the first stage unleash a roar, an explosion spreads from the launch pad in the form of furious orange clouds. Six, five. I am shaking so much that I cannot concentrate, I cannot focus on the twisting, disintegrating instruments on the dashboard. It's like I'm in the jaws of a giant whale that's about to expel water through its blowhole. Four, three, two, one, zero.

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The Saturn V has just lifted off. Liftoff! I feel like the foot of a giant is pushing me violently upwards. Two minutes and forty-two seconds have passed, at a height of about 67 km the engines shut down and the first part of the spacecraft is released. The rocket is a worm leaving behind its layers of silk. The weight against my body is getting stronger, four times the gravity of Earth.

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It's like someone is pouring cement on me. I have tears in my eyes that slide back. After eight minutes and forty-two seconds, finally, I am in the right direction, at the right altitude, and at the expected speed. The engine shuts off. I am alive.

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The spaceship travels in the middle of a dark sea of emptiness, the true nothingness is this. Only I am here and nothing more. I and the ship that is a part of me. This machine that becomes a woman with us inside.

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We have lost the notion of time.

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I remembered my mother, of how when I was a little girl she would kiss me on my back between my shoulder blades before going to sleep. Does she know where I am now?

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I open the door and note that I am trembling. I am afraid. I have complete and utter happiness, like that of finding oneself. I was lost and now I am found. This was what I had to do in life, only this: walk on the Moon. A brief stroll, nothing more, moments that for me are an eternity.

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It smells like gunpowder, like something burnt, like minerals, like antiquity, like stillness recently disturbed. It smells like the Moon. This is an ephemeral smell that will not reach the Earth, that will not remain in the samples collected by our hands. That I know. So, I anxiously breathe in the smell so as not to lose the memory.

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I recognize the mountains from afar, the eroded edges of the ancient craters, the plains the color of asphalt. (…)I look for the route that was already plotted and with each step, I draw closer to the rim of one of the largest craters in the area of our lunar landing. I touch the edge with my hand, it is the edge of an ancient scar (…)

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After a short while wandering around the crater, I enter it and walk toward the center. I don’t do so in a straight line; instead, I follow an orbit of gradual descent until I arrive at the center. I calculate the spot to assure that I am in the dead center. From there, I take other samples. The center is not like the rim. The border of the wound is not like the center, open and painful.

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I raise my gloved hand up to the black sky and when I open it I discover that, between my fingers, the Earth is floating again. A small gesture and our planet reappears.

© Juliana Gómez Quijano - Elena I Crew: Lina María Parra OchoaLina RojasManuela GiraldoMilena ContrerasNébula
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Elena I Crew: Lina María Parra OchoaLina RojasManuela GiraldoMilena ContrerasNébula