添削

Simply he has made the wrong choice, but it is like all the angels’ paradise would have decided to help him without a reason.

He has placed his foot in a wrong way and he has fallen for three hundred metres, a height like twice and a half of the London Eye and like the Eiffel Tower, even if we consider the antenna.

He has bumped against lots of stone corners, he has reversed himself like a ship overwhelmed by waves and he has left blood spots on ice.

When he is stopped, he had not more breath, only the mouth full of ground.

He has scream: “I’m alive.” Then he has got up and he has cleaned his knees, like they would have done no more than a trip during a children game.

It has become just a miracle instead.

Seated on a leather armchair in a Glasgow Hospital, Adam Potter, 36 years old, has like a boxer’s face after fifteen rounds finished in a badly way.