While the autumn sun was fading slowly as winter in the South of France, I took a plane to meet Renate. We met in a town, halfway between the airport and her village.
The air was heavy, but I was getting excited to meet her to unravel a part of the mystery and learn more about the Rocket.
She was there, at the restaurant table. At a glance, we knew that we were meant to work together – the connection was instant. And without waiting, I showed her the Technical plan of the rockets. But Renate also was so excited about the project that she had already studied some solutions and made a prototype – white and red… It was beautiful.
Indeed, she experienced that by mixing the clay with some technol...