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It’s three, or is it four-ish, in the
morning? After a month or so

of endless hours convalescing
in between surgeries, the time

of day becomes somewhat
irrelevant. Especially if you
haven’t given up your dreams of

running marathons, flying and
being an entrepreneur. However,

immobility made me an easy prey
to depression and apathy, sisters
to the main predator. That wasn’t

an option. Adjustments had to
be made on that super high-tech
hospital bed. A horizontal bar on

my left side, the side of my only
functioning limb, did the trick.
Pull-ups: 1, 2, 3, 100, 1000 - who

counts when a lifetime dream is
at play?

164 Reflections over Akamas
164 Reflections over Akamas