For a while now, every time we meet, my nephew tries to lift me up whenever we embrace. Given that I am still very tall, he cannot lift me entirely, but for a couple of seconds my toes don’t touch the ground. It may happen that in a couple of years he will spin me around his head, like a real ahtlete. Who knows?!
But this picture can certify that, out of the two of us, it was I who first lifted
him. And it was quite easy to hold him on only one arm, while with the other I
could do something else. Sometimes, when one looks at a picture one realizes how strong one is. The problem is that one needs others in order to realize this. And
it’s good that others exist. These others, I mean.
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