Book 1
Dario is 16 and full of anger. Someone who doesn't care, especially since their father left the family. After Dario rampages at school, he is sentenced to community service. He is supposed to take care of Andy, who is in a wheelchair and can...
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Dario only stopped when the sun rose over the plain. He stopped to calm his pounding heart. He felt like he had run. There was something in his chest, filling the space between his throat and stomach, choking him. As if someone had punched him in the chest
He stopped at the side of the road and switched off the engine.
"What is it?" Andy asked him.
"Nothing just a moment" " are you not alright?"
"No, I have to lie down...just for a moment." Dario sat down on the floor. opened his mouth. "It will pass in a moment." But this pressure on his stomach did not go away. Dario was breathing, but the burning air was thickening in his throat and got stuck there. He coughed, raised his head, eyes closed, mouth wide open. Slumped back, arms outstretched. The sky was so wide and calm, just huge. Then why couldn't Dario squeeze at least a tiny drop of air out of this boundless blue reservoir? Apparently someone, God, the Lord of Heavens or some damn local deity had turned off the tap. Andy meanwhile sat there and watched the rising sun. As always, his eyes were distant. The road, the hills, the forests and the plains all lay motionless, rigid and silent, as if it would have always been there.
And Andy in his wheelchair looked like he'd been there since the beginning of time, too. Looked like a sphinx facing the sun, looking at the world through its dark eyes and changing with those dark eyes. And very slowly, in this almost unbearable silence, the air to breathe returned. Andy smiled.
"What is it?" he asked. Dario looked at him. "can you breathe now?" "Yes, it's a little better now. I knew that. Was that you? what was i did you bring back the air." "Are you crazy? How am I supposed to do that?" "I dunno, you're a demigod." Andy laughed.
"Oh stop it, I'm just some guy in a wheelchair." Dario got up again. He knelt down, took a deep breath. Looked at Andy, who had his eyes closed.. He was leaning on the wheelchair.. "Come on, tell me,'' he said to Andy. "Did you bring the air back to breathe?"
But Andy said nothing. Dario looked up at the sky, which seemed so calm and blue, started the wheelchair's motor and drove off.
The strip of sea on the horizon grew wider and wider the lower they went. Like someone who spreads his arms to receive you. And who asks you to be.
Dania didn't know if he had come to stay or not, if he liked the sea and if he liked its embrace, light too, because it was the only one he had ever received in his life.
Even his mother had never hugged him, not even when he wasn't, at least Dario couldn't remember. His father had hugged him once, at a fair or an amusement park; that was the only time he got a hug, and actually it wasn't even a real hug. Datio almost fell asleep standing up the way only cattle can, with an ice cream dripping on the floor, and that's when his father shook his mother and said to Arth: "Lord God, now pick him up already before he falls to the ground.
