Wednesday, August 1
Marco can't fly
"Did you hear what happened to Marco?"
"You know Marco? Did you hear about the accident he had?"
"Marco had a really bad accident the other night. He's really bad in hospital."
"He was found covered in blood..."
"He is sooo lucky to be alive..."
"He landed on a goat!"
Slowly at first, building up faster like wild fire, the gossip spreads through town. Soon everyone knows, but the truth gets distorted, people exaggerate and the truth gets twisted into chinese whispers.
So I asked Marco himself.
A couple of weeks ago Marco, a 16 year old local boy was cycling home after a night out with friends. Something happened, he doesn't remember what, but his bike hit the wall of the coast road and he catapulted over the handlebars of the bike and over the wall. This wall here:
He fell thirty metres. 30. Landing in a goat pen, he passed out and when he woke up he was surrounded by goats. He didn't land on any of them. He stood up, found the steps back up to the road, climbed up and went home to bed.
His father came in to wake him the next morning, saw blood on the sheets, rolled him over, found huge bruising all over his torso and took him straight to hospital where they did all sorts of tests and x rays on him. Marco has a broken finger, hand, couple of ribs and a little bone in his lower back. He has cuts and scrapes on his back and face from falling through a few bushes, massive bruises on his back and waist but other than that he was OK. He was out of hospital a few days later, chest deep in the sea, holding his plastered arm over his head, so as not to wet it.
Marco hopes to be playing football again by next week. "If my ribs are OK, I'll just bubble wrap the plaster cast and go play."
at 12:42 AM