I step off, I'm standing on the platform, and I feel my index finger in the first scar that I ever got, from my umbilical cord, and then around that, is traced the last scar that I got from my surgeon, and I think that, that chance encounter with those kids on the street with their knives led me to my surgical team, and their training and their skill and, always, a little bit of luck pushed back against chaos.
Saí, fiquei parado na plataforma, e senti o dedo indicador na primeira cicatriz que tive, do meu cordão umbilical. À volta dela, está desenhada a última cicatriz que tive. da minha cirurgia. Penso que aquele encontro fortuito com aqueles putos na rua, com as suas facas, me levaram àquela equipa cirúrgica à sua formação, à sua competência e, sempre, àquela pontinha de sorte que se opôs ao caos.