We still believe that it happens to others. As if the inevitable, during his journey, never crosses our path. And do not ever cross it. We feel safe in a protective bubble, a nest that seems to achieve nothing, disturbing. Through the window we look at the lives of others affected by luck, bad luck or just by life. We continue our way, year after year, oblivious or naive. Almost blind. Yet one day the unthinkable happens. It seemed inconceivable to us, just point the tip of his nose, one morning, obviously when we least expected it. Anyway, we do expect point. What was one thing reserved to others becomes our daily lives. Then comes the first surprise and then the obvious. Why would I escape? I am a man like any other after all. Neither worse nor better. Until now I had been spared. Now I have to live with. With them. The ones who will probably become more numerous. What matters after all. Some live very well with. Long. Assume and live. Even seems that some women love it. I was 37 years and with them, my first gray hairs.
