Milan. It’s 48 hours before graduation day, and I’m on my way to pick up the wheelchair I rented, the one my friend will use to transport me to the university for the graduation day, since soon I’ll be completely immobilized from head to foot with a medical body cast made of plaster and braces. While rehearsing my final presentation, my hands are shaking. I’m not nervous about the speech, I’m nervous about the act itself: how people will react, whether my professors will believe it, or if it...

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What’s real is what doesn’t come with a price tag, because it’s done out of belief, not because someone is getting paid. Also, what’s...