We read an extraordinary report by Albert Llimós in ARA, about unaccompanied minors (we have stopped calling him that). ore, which is not good) who certify an age on their "papers" that the Prosecutor's Office "doesn't believe." If there is a suspicion or certainty that they are over eighteen, but that they have "cheated" to have, for a longer period, institutional refuge, they are expelled. In this case, the expression is exact and not metaphorical: they are thrown out onto the street. Among some stories, Albert tells us that of a young man, Ba: "I thought I had talent, but no opportunity, and that's why I left," he says, confident that tomorrow he will be able to fulfill his dream of dedicating himself to athletics.
And so. We have in our hands a boy who dreams of running. A very transversal sport in Catalonia. Men and women, boys and girls, young and old run races, train on the Aigües road, go running in the mountains and in the city. There are anonymous and famous people, including the president of the Generalitat (Catalan government), who go out for a run every day and participate (accompanied by an anonymous technical team, like bodyguards) in demanding races, such as the half marathon. The people on the right and the people on the left will hug each other, sweaty armpits, at the end of a race.
Why don't we give a sporting opportunity to this boy who found Albert Llimós, alone and without a path? Let's invite him to take a test at the High Performance Center, let's invite him to participate in a race, let's give him some sneakers and the yellow chip (I know my friend from the Yellow Chip, Albert Ballbé, will agree). What if he has talent? What if he just needs a signature on a piece of paper? And if he doesn't have one, doesn't he have the right to leave him alone, in tears? We won't have lost anything, because this child, who will overcome colds, fevers, and hangovers on his own, without anyone bothering or scolding him, could be ours.
