In the mountains of Castilla, Spain, the skies stretch out into infinity. The firmament of sparkling stars stares down at you, the long finger smudge of the Milky Way stretching end-to-end. Occasionally one bright fast moving dot catches your eyes; a satellite, perhaps even the ISS. Last night I looked up and saw [redacted].
Looking through the telescope I could make out
This is going to my friends back at work while I came to visit the family in Spain, but as the postcard contains sensitive information about the film we’re working on, I have to redact the bits I can’t reveal. Once the film comes out (sometime next year), I’ll de-classify this explosively sensitive document!