CHAPTER XI

Nerves were running through my body from well into the morning, making me get up even earlier than usual.

"Son, are you okay?" my father asked me when he saw me appear at 6:30 in the morning totally perspiring.

I raised my hand, asking for a second to get back into the air that my lungs so necessarily needed.

"Shall I get you some lungs or the oxygen, grandpa?" my father said again.

"That's funny, you're not a clown, are you?"

"What are you doing at home at this hour? You always come home later."

"I couldn't sleep and I went for a run earlier. What are you doing up so early?" I asked as I started to get everything out of the fridge to start making breakfast.

"I am meeting Antonio, we are going to prepare Diaz's boat."

"The Canary? I thought Antonio had already given up on that thing."

"You and everyone else son" said my father before he started to help me make breakfast.