Chapter 4: Of bikes, locks and the wind on my face
Today I got up very excited because I was going to get back on Dad’s bike. There is nothing that I like more than to sit in my seat, with my helmet, and feel that I fly with the air in my face, and dad in front, singing to me and telling me where we are going.
We were in Lyon, a very large city in France, and very beautiful from what I could see from the back seat of the bike.
The bike ride was short. We leave them in Place Bellecour, and we tie them with a padlock. I did not quite understand why. But hey, grown up things, right? Maybe they are afraid that the wind may blow them away and that’s why they bind them. From there we walked a lot. We crossed a huge square, and crossed a bridge that looked like a time tunnel, because on one side the city looked very modern and on the other, older.
After an afternoon of walking, with hot chocolate and a nap on Dad´s lap included, we returned to the main square to look for our bicycles. But while I was distracted watching a carousel, my dad approached some policemen and began to talk to them. I do not know what they were talking about, I was playing with Mom. But the only thing I know is that we did not return by bicycle. I came back with Mom on the subway, and Dad stayed in the square with the cops.
Dad soon returned on a bicycle, but he was driving mom’s. Dad’s bicycle was not there. Maybe he’ll bring it later, I thought. Dad looked kind of sad, but he came, hugged me and gave me a kiss. And he hugged Mom too. And after a while, he smiled.
I can not wait to get back on dad´s bike and feel that wind on my face again while Dad sings a song to me.
A.N.(Adult´s note): This article is dedicated to the people of Somos Recycling Madrid, who relied on our project from the beginning and were the first to show us their support in this ugly moment that we had to live. Thank you!