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Children are like meteors that write on the sky. They always look forward, because all that interests them is in front of them, and they leave an incandescent trace behind them in which we adults believe to see our desires. But we should know that this trace is in fact the footprints in which they leave everything they find with their enormous wide open eyes. That which we believe are our desires, are really in large measure the scars our adult miseries leave in their yearning, open, trusting souls. In a certain sense, an adult is a pair of sick eyes that hardly register anything, that go once and again over the writing that, when they were meteors, they left written in the sky. Over fifty years old, Santiago continues to read in the trail he engraved as a child.

Santiago is a taxi driver, kind, and a fighter. At least, that is what he says. Of seven brothers he is the one that most resembles the father in character and less in appearance: Santiago is of medium stature and his father is giant, with hands like sledgehammers. Santiago is 54 years old, so we can imagine that the giant is around 80. The fighter he got from his father; the prostitute user, as well: he was a meteor writing in the sky. When Santiago was 17 years old he was hired as a substitute goalkeeper for el Herediano, a first division football club.
The called him the Madman because of his aggressive way of behaving in the field, of throwing himself at the ball with his knee always outwards. However, he had elegant manners in rows, which he also inherited from is father, who spend afternoons drinking leaning against a bar. Often cajolers came in to provoke him, attracted by his reputation of being a hitter.

"I’ve been told you’re good."
" Not now, I’m having a drink, leave it."
"I’ve been told you’re good, but I see that you’re also a coward."
" I’ve already told you I’m drinking; let’s leave it for another time."
" He’s not only a coward, but also a son of a bitch."