Summer nights are the shortest of the year, but also the most pleasant for observing the night skies.

Smoke pollutes, but here we were, inhaling deeply. The show must go on, as some say; the liturgy, as others say. What is clear is that the spectacle has been unanimously masculine. It is precisely that men are interested in everything men do and that the revolution of the Catholic Church is always not to make a revolution. But I have lost my way to heaven. Never better said. By heaven, not by the saint, because what fascinates me is not a spiritual leader, and even less a pope, but the probe launched by the Soviet Union in 1972 and expected to fall to Earth before the end of the week. According to the European Space Agency, it will be on Saturday at 8:18 a.m., with an 18-hour margin. That's no small margin. If these ESA guys ever lose their jobs, they can always go work for the commuter train.