“I don’t understand how a person as small as you can eat so much!” exclaims Leo as I lick a little chocolate from my fingers left by the éclair I just swallowed.
“It's like high-performance sports. You just have to train all year round,” I reply, my mouth still half full.
“I'm afraid that if I follow the same pace as you, I'll have trouble getting into my pants in a few weeks.”
“Push yourself with your arms all day long in a wheelchair and you’ll burn more calories!” I joke.
He smiles at me and plucks a blade of grass which he rolls between his fingers. After having explored some iconic places of the capital like good tourists, we stop in a park near his home. I’m tired. Getting around town is an obstacle course. Between the sloping sidewalks which force me to compensate to be able to
