THE ANGEL'S GAME
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Many players never forget the first time they accepted a few coins in exchange for playing handball.
He will never forget the sweet poison of vanity in his blood, and the belief that, if he succeeds in not letting anyone discover his lack of talent, the dream of playing professionally will provide him with a roof over his head, a hot meal at the end of the day, and what he covets the most: his name printed on a miserable piece of newspaper that surely will outlive him.
A player is condemned to remember that moment because from then on he is doomed and his play has a price.
Paraphrased from:
Carlos Ruiz Zafón – The Angel's game
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