I step off, I'm standing on the platform, and I feel my index finger in the first scar that I ever got, from my umbilical cord, and then around that, is traced the last scar that I got from my surgeon, and I think that, that chance encounter with those kids on the street with their knives led me to my surgical team, and their training and their skill and, always, a little bit of luck pushed back against chaos.
Siđem, stojim na platformi, i osjećam svoj kažiprst u prvom ožiljku koji sam ikad dobio, od svoje pupčane vrpce, i onda se oko tog ocrtava zadnji ožiljak koji sam dobio od svog kirurga. Mislim da me taj slučajni susret s klincima na ulici i njihovim noževima doveo do mog kirurškog tima, a njihova je obuka i njihova vještina i, uvijek, trunka sreće potukla kaos.