In the midst of summer I attended the park near my home almost every week. Sometimes twice, sometimes more often, but I was getting familiar with there. I remember my first days during the hot and almost uncomfortable weather, under a big shade from a bigger three, sat on one of the benches, alone, staring at the two guys playing on the basketball court. After a sudden look, analyzing them, I figured out they were a bit older than me. The elder of the both was teaching the other how to move, how to throw the ball, how to bounce, how to dribble, how to more and more. I started to admire his knowledge and abilities. I did not know something of basketball, nor of any other sport.

I have never been into sports. I was the bookworm of the house, reading almost everything that I encountered. My father, a deep and dedicated chemical engineer, always inspired me to read and learn a lot of everything. He was so proud of me, by having many times awards for the first place of the class and for being hardworking and responsible. He always talked about me with his relatives and friends. He spoke of the remarkable projects and [...].