Cartagena Circuit - Heaven & Hell (sitios de interés)
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BAD TIME
I remember a sunny weekend morning eleven years ago. I believe it was February, a cold month of the year, I was having breakfast with my mother, laughing, having fun with her. Everything seemed to be planned, it was a perfect day with my mother. Two days before, my father told me that he was going to Cartagena since he was participating in the Spanish Classic Road Racing Championship and that weekend the most important race of the year was going to take place. I was worried because it was too cold in Cartagena, therefore, it was too difficult to warm the tyres in the race to have an optimum grip. So I asked if I could go to help him, but my parents refused . And he finally went alone to Cartagena´s international race.
That morning at lunchtime the phone started to ring, so my mum went to the sitting room to pick it up. Suddenly, I heard a terrible scream coming from where she was . I ran to the sitting room faster than the speed of light and when I saw her, she told me crying that my dad had had a terrible accident while he was in the first position of the qualifying practice. I think that was the worst feeling I´d ever had. All the perfect memories with my parents turned into a dark and gray bad feeling. After the news, that same night my mother went to Cartagena´s hospital because my father was going to be operated and she wanted to be with him. Due to the serious injuries he had, he had to stay 3 months at the hospital and I was forced to stay with my grandparents that endless period of time.
Finally when my parents came back, my life went back as it was. But nowadays, eleven years later, my father is still going to the chiropractor. He is much better but he hasn´t gotten over it yet. Because of that, now I´m the one in my family who competes in road racing.
Guillermo Llano BD
I remember a sunny weekend morning eleven years ago. I believe it was February, a cold month of the year, I was having breakfast with my mother, laughing, having fun with her. Everything seemed to be planned, it was a perfect day with my mother. Two days before, my father told me that he was going to Cartagena since he was participating in the Spanish Classic Road Racing Championship and that weekend the most important race of the year was going to take place. I was worried because it was too cold in Cartagena, therefore, it was too difficult to warm the tyres in the race to have an optimum grip. So I asked if I could go to help him, but my parents refused . And he finally went alone to Cartagena´s international race.
That morning at lunchtime the phone started to ring, so my mum went to the sitting room to pick it up. Suddenly, I heard a terrible scream coming from where she was . I ran to the sitting room faster than the speed of light and when I saw her, she told me crying that my dad had had a terrible accident while he was in the first position of the qualifying practice. I think that was the worst feeling I´d ever had. All the perfect memories with my parents turned into a dark and gray bad feeling. After the news, that same night my mother went to Cartagena´s hospital because my father was going to be operated and she wanted to be with him. Due to the serious injuries he had, he had to stay 3 months at the hospital and I was forced to stay with my grandparents that endless period of time.
Finally when my parents came back, my life went back as it was. But nowadays, eleven years later, my father is still going to the chiropractor. He is much better but he hasn´t gotten over it yet. Because of that, now I´m the one in my family who competes in road racing.
Guillermo Llano BD