[start anecdotic rambling of an old man]

In July 1969 I was on fieldwork in Southern France. I remember like the 
day of yesterday how our team was stretched out in a dry river bed at 
night (with some booze) looking up at the Moon and marvelling about the 
fact that men were walking there overhead. It was a truly magical moment.

Later, back home, the lady from whom I hired my student's lodgings, told 
me that she did not believe at all that the Moon landing had taken 
place. She thought it was all propaganda.

[end anecdotic rambling of an old man]

Thomas

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