Juan Luis Guerra - El Niagara: En Bicicleta

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.

The doctor sighed, a sound of profound exhaustion. We need an electrocardiogram, he replied, but the machine is broken. The technician left months ago because the pay stopped coming. We have no aspirin, no oxygen, and the elevator only goes down, never up. Juan Luis Guerra - El niagara en bicicleta

The neighbor grinned, wiping grease on a rag. I’m halfway across the falls, Juancho! Just don't look down! He realized then that the doctor was right