Amy Winehouse was on the radio complaining of the safe old bet when I started to unwrap the cartoon box. It was abandoned in the storeroom for almost one year, until I decided last week-end it was the time to open it and get out the pieces of the boat model. Nails and screwdrivers were placed on the table calmly waiting to be used.
And as "the tiny penny rolling up the walls inside" was still struggling in its desperate endeavors, I sat down and found myself contemplating how a year has already flied by so fast in which the patient, who was repeatedly thought dead, would come out of coma, smile, and then sink deep and hit the borders between life and death.
A year passed fast, yet the few hours I spent trying to assemble the wooden boat model seemed endless. At the end, it was done and ready to sail. And it will sail.
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