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Once upon a time, a carpenter named Gepetto decided to build a wooden doll,
which he called Pinocchio. With him, he managed not to feel as alone as he had
felt until that moment.
- How well I have stayed! - exclaimed once finished building and painting. How I
wish he had life and was a real boy!
As he had been a very good man throughout his life, and his feelings were sincere.
A fairy decided to grant her wish and during the night she gave life to Pinocchio.
The next day, when Gepetto went to his workshop, he got quite a shock when he
heard someone saying hello:
- Hello dad! - said Pinocchio.
- Who speaks? - Gepetto asked.
- It's me, Pinocchio. Do not you know me? - he asked.
Gepetto went to the doll.
- It's you? It looks like I'm dreaming! I finally have a son!
Gepetto wanted to take care of his son as he would have done with anyone who
was not made of wood. Pinocchio had to go to school, learn and meet other
children. But the carpenter had no money, and had to sell his coat to buy a wallet
and books
(Lansing, USA, 1959) American Baloncestist. In 1979, after obtaining the title of the
NCAA (the American university league) with the team of the University of Michigan,
he signed for Los Angeles Lakers, club in which he played throughout his career
and with which he obtained five NBA championships (1980, 1982, 1985, 1987 and
1988).
Considered one of the best players of all time, was characterized by its scoring
ability, its leadership on and off the field and its ability to improve the game of the
team thanks to its great ease for the pass, category in which led the league
statistics for a good part of his career. He was named best player in the NBA in
1987, 1989 and 1990.
CHAPTER I
MY PARENTS AND THE FIRST CHILDHOOD
The characteristic features of Indian culture have long been the search for ultimate
truths and the concomitant relationship between disciple and guru. My own path
led me to a wise man, similar to Christ, whose beautiful life was engraved for all
times. He was one of the great masters who represent in the present time the only
wealth left in India; rising in each generation, they are
those who have defended their land against the fate that extinguished Babylon and
Egypt.
Among my earliest memories are the anachronistic features of my previous
incarnation. Clear memories come to my mind from a remote past life; those of a
yogi in the middle of the snows of the Himalayas. These bursts of the past, through
some immeasurable link, have also given me glimpses of the future. The helpless
humiliations of my childhood have not faded from my mind. I had the conscious
resentment of not being able to walk or express myself freely.
Waves of prayers woke up inside me, as I realized my physical impotence. My
strong emotional life assumed a silent form as words from many languages.
Among the internal confusion of the languages, my ear gradually became
accustomed to the environment that surrounded me with syllables in Bengali, from
my relatives. The changing perspective of a child mind, seen by adults as confined
only to toys and toes!