\u201cIt’s a sultry night in July. You’ve fallen asleep in the armchair. Abruptly, you startle awake, disoriented. The television set is on, but not the sound. You strain to understand what you’re seeing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTwo ghostly white figures in coveralls and helmets are softly dancing under a pitch- black sky. They make strange little skipping motions, which propel them upward amid barely perceptible clouds of dust. But something is wrong. They take too long to come down. Encumbered as they are, they seem to be flying…a little. You rub your eyes, but the dreamlike tableau persists.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOf all the events surrounding Apollo 11’s landing on the Moon on July 20, 1969, my most vivid recollection is its unreal quality. Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin shuffled along the grey, dusty moon surface, the Earth looming large in their sky. While Michael Collins now the moon\u2019s own moon orbited above them in lonely vigil.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n