Silvia isn’t home, she’s at the beach for a few days at her grandmother’s. All the better: this way I can postpone that damn make-up work. Nonetheless, I am bored to death. I feel guilty over the time I’m wasting, but I can’t stand to face the toil of all those pages to catch up on. The Dreamer says that when we are bored it’s because we aren’t living enough. Where does this come from? It’s one of his philosophical statements. It’s something bigger than me. Maybe this is why I like it. Maybe because it tells the truth: I’m not living enough. But what does, “I’m not living enough” mean? I must ask him.
Niko calls me. Last week, we won the game against the Desperados, who are pathetic both by name and in reality. We are back in the competition now, and the next game is in a month. Who knows if I’ll be able to be on the playing field. This year, all my dreams depend on the soccer tournament. I want to raise the prize cup for Beatrice and, hopefully, in front of her!
When we get bored, it’s because our lives are boring.