He realized then that the doctor was right. The struggle wasn't just his; it was the pulse of the island. They were all athletes of the impossible, performing circus acts just to survive the Tuesday afternoon. He began to walk, and as he did, he found a beat in his step. If he had to cross the Niagara on a bicycle, he would do it with a whistle on his lips and a swing in his hips.
When the nurse finally called his name, she didn't look up from her clipboard. She led him down a hallway where the tiles were cracked and the air was thin. They reached a room where a doctor sat behind a desk piled high with yellowing files. The doctor’s stethoscope hung around his neck like a tired snake. Juan Luis Guerra - El niagara en bicicleta
It is like trying to cross the Niagara Falls on a bicycle, the doctor continued, finally looking Juan in the eye. We are all pedaling in the air, hoping the wind doesn't pick up. He realized then that the doctor was right