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"You must come first."
Fathers should say things like "do your best" or "put him across," he thinks Antonio. His father
not. Her father is an old school. Only the first one that exists, you're worth only if you breathe the scent of victory. Nothing else matters, nothing.
"comes first, I recommend Antonio" the repeats.
"Okay" is the only answer. "Okay Dad. First, I promise. "
The competitors are many, but it means nothing. Many does not mean fast. It just means more opponent to beat.
to see him, did not you give two cents. Small, skinny legs and crooked, Antonio shows much less of his eleven years.
Seeing him in the side to the other children like a puppy among the great. But Antonio
know the path to memory, if it is studied every inch, he spent all summer to train just to get first. And he knows that what matters is not the tonnage or legs, but the lungs and the beat.
The cross-country race starts, the team starts off in a cloud of dust that even a herd of buffalo.
The race lasts three turns.
seemingly endless and very rapid participants to parents who attend.

arrival, his father Anthony is the only one who has not watched the race because he read the newspaper in the car. And he came to the son all dirt and sweat that comes close to the car crying. Only then fold the paper, lays it on the passenger seat and down. Watch the child in tears, runs a hand through her wet hair and says something to his father.
"You have done your best?"
"Yes Dad you ... I swear! But ... I managed to get only one third ... it was not fast enough! Sorry! "The tears they are mixed with words like trees in an avalanche. The father indicates
ahead of him.
"Do not cry. See Corrado. What arrived, Jack? "
" First, Daddy. Corrado is strong, has always been strong! "
" And last year? "
" ... the first ever father, Conrad is the fastest of all! I'll never beat him, "she sobs.
The father pauses that seem to last forever, then seriously look into his eyes.
"You what did you get last year?"
"Thirteenth."
"So you have been faster than him. Just cry. "
The father takes his hand and back into the car and suddenly realizes that Antonio is the speed of a relative thing like everything in life.
"Now we get him an ice cream, Dad?" Is the child looking out the window.
"No" replied the man, "you get only one third, we will see next year."

Antonio does not understand right away but then he thinks he does not care.
He just found out that speed is relative but not the victory, and the difference, sometimes, is only an ice cream.



Architect, working in the industry for some years but the passion to draw the clouds soon takes over. He began illustrating
# 23 of "Detective Dante" for Eura Editoriale, on texts by Robert Recchioni.
E 'is currently at work on No. 1 of a new monthly series ever to Eura.
addition to drawing, and loves to write stories that people sometimes see the light on his blog