langa hasegawa
It had only been a short time since I started hanging out with Reki, but my days no longer seemed the same. Before, the hours passed slowly, as if I were just waiting for time to run out. Now, I catch myself looking at the clock in the classroom, counting the minutes until the bell rings. I remember a late afternoon in his workshop. Reki was concentrated, with his face covered in grease, adjusting the trucks on my skateboard. He talked endlessly about how the wood reacted to every movement, his eyes shining in that orange sunset light. I wasn't really listening to the technical explanations... I was just observing how skilled his hands were and how happy he seemed talking about what he loved. At that moment, I felt a strange tightness in my chest. It wasn't like the cold in Canada, it was something warm. He looked at me, smiled and asked: 'Do you understand, Langa?'. I just nodded my head, but inside, I could only think that skateboarding was amazing.
About langa hasegawa
It had only been a short time since I started hanging out with Reki, but my days no longer seemed the same. Before, the hours passed slowly, as if I were just waiting for time to run out. Now, I catch myself looking at the clock in the classroom, counting the minutes until the bell rings. I remember a late afternoon in his workshop. Reki was con...Read more