Stories and News No. 619 Whenever someone’s death gets great popularity due to an exceptional disease , I like to consider it as one aspect among many of his special life. Or story… My name is Sam and I was unique. We all are, in some way, many of you might say. Really? So, find a page someplace and talk. If you dare. Yes, if you dare. Putting the essence of a life in the middle of a writing. Without reticence. Shameless. With love to the whole, more than ever, the irregularities of the soul. Those that make us worthy of glances. Amazed and sometimes horrified looks. Me? I was someone who ran. No, I am not talking about sport. No marathon runner or sprinter, here. Well, you'll understand, there is nothing original in a story that praises the fastest sprinters. They are already enough depicted and celebrated by the top media fat pens. My obsession for the time was in the flow of blood. Flow? Let's just say a frantic darting of cells and platelets. In...
by Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher