Pavel Vinogradov

Pavel Vinogradov

Expedition 36 commander Pavel Vinogradov is a very experienced cosmonaut who always has a friendly smile on his face. Every time he sees me – our paths normally cross 2 or 3 times a day – he tries to greet me in Italian, promptly calling me ‘signora’ (‘madam’ in Italian), wishing me ‘good evening’ even if it’s 10:00 in the morning, or delighting me with a ‘bonjour!’. But his smile is contagious and if I correct him, he laughs heartily, bringing his hand to his forehead with a resounding ‘kanieshna’ (‘of course!’ in Russian) and thanking me. We usually speak in Russian though, and a few days ago I had a conversation with him that left quite an impression on me…

A.Misurkin Credits Roscosmos

Credits Roscosmos

For most of the second EVA performed by Fyodor and Alexander, all seven windows of Cupola were closed. For the whole event, from the moment the hatch was closed onwards, Pavel and Chris were stuck between the Soyuz capsule and MRM2 module, in a space not much bigger than a couple of wardrobes. So it’s no surprise that as soon as the two cosmonauts returned, both Pavel and I found ourselves in Cupola to enjoy a bit of ‘open space’ after 8 hours of being shut in.

When we opened the windows, we witnessed yet another spectacular orbital sunrise, the Sun’s violent rays setting fire to the gloriously glowing, powerful atmosphere. Red, orange and yellow overpowered the black, blue and azure of space in just a few precious moments.

Just as we began to feel the heat of the Sun through the thick, light-infused glass of the windows, I turned to gaze at Pavel for a moment. You see, I was curious to see the impact of such a sight on a veteran who has seen dozens – or rather, hundreds – of these sunrises and sunsets. To be honest, I wasn’t that surprised to see his eyes shine with a wonder that seemed to mirror what I feel every time. So, taking advantage of this – literally out-of-this-world – experience that we were sharing together, and even though I already knew the answer, I asked him if it was possible to ever get used to such a spectacle.

Pavel broke into a wide smile that lit up his face and covered it in a thousand tiny wrinkles. He answered my question with another question: “How could it be possible? Look! Look! How could that ever happen?”.

I followed his advice and looked outside. Yes, he was right: how could that ever happen?

Microgravity and wasabi

Working on the SkinB experiment

Working on the SkinB experiment

Today I’ve been in Columbus working on an experiment called SkinB, which is a study on how astronauts’ skin ages in microgravity. It involves using a series of instruments connected to a computer in order to measure various parameters that will then be analyzed on the ground (surface tension, water evaporation and UV photos). I started thinking back to when I first set up the experiment, just 6 weeks ago. Back then, I was very clumsy both with the tools and in the way I moved around. But today I feel perfectly at ease in microgravity. Each instrument seems to obey my will, staying a position that, if not stable, at least lets me work in peace. My muscles balance my body so I can move easily or stay still with minimal effort, and there’s no tension in my arms or legs while I’m working.

Once I’ve finished the experiment, I realize I’m ahead of schedule and that I have time for a quick snack. With measured slowness and consummate calm, I move from Columbus to Node1, crossing Node2 and the Laboratory in one smooth movement, staying upright all the way. This is quite tricky to manage, so it’s a surefire sign that you’ve learnt to move with style and grace in weightlessness. I smile, thinking of the Luca from few months ago who was awkwardly restricted to horizontal movements.

Among the snacks that attract my attention I see an untouched jar of peas covered with wasabi – a very spicy, green paste from Japan. We’ve inherited the peas from a colleague: they’re certainly not part of the standard menu. Well, I’m on the lookout for a bit of treat, so why not?

Oblivious to the tragedy that is about to unfold, I take the can and open the plastic cover. Underneath, there’s a thin airtight aluminum seal, like the ones on yogurt pots. I get hold of the flap, and with more force than I mean to, I pull to remove it. I hear a slight pop and suddenly find myself surrounded by hundreds of green peas flying around like a colourful big bang. The pea cloud spreads with astronomical speed, spiralling out of control. As I struggle to scoop as many peas as I can back into the can, I have a flashback to a story I read when I was a kid, involving a little monkey who drops all the peas in his hands just because he wants to pick up one more pea from the ground. No matter how hard I try, there are more peas bouncing off the bottom of the can than stay inside it. Completely forgetting to hold onto something, I find myself rolling around together with the pea cloud (where is that measured slowness now? And that consummate calm?). So I decide to try and eliminate the problem at its root, capturing the peas as they float by with my mouth and eating them quickly. The plan works, except for one small detail: wasabi peas are extremely spicy. With my eyes streaming and my tongue on fire, I finally manage to catch the last few peas and put them back in the can. I look around, but I am all alone: no one has witnessed my clumsiness (except the witness that matters the most: me). Believing myself safe from future embarrassment, I get back to work with consummate calm and elegance, my tongue still burning from the infernal wasabi and my pride stinging even more.