One wintry night, when I was three years old, my dad seated me on his bike, ready to get bread from my grandparents' bakery. As he mounted the bike in front of me, I had to look straight up into the sky in order to avoid having his coat brush my face. That was the first time that I noticed the sky filled with a myriad of lights. As I looked up at them I felt them draw me up to themselves. In fear of falling upwards, I grabbed my dad tightly about the waist just as we started riding. This experience set the stage for a life-long fascination with the stars...
Continue to Full BioOne wintry night, when I was three years old, my dad seated me on his bike, ready to get bread from my grandparents' bakery. As he mounted the bike in front of me, I had to look straight up into the sky in order to avoid having his coat brush my face. That was the first time that I noticed the sky filled with a myriad of lights. As I looked up at them I felt them draw me up to themselves. In fear of falling upwards, I grabbed my dad tightly about the waist just as we started riding. This experience set the stage for a life-long fascination with the stars...