It may sound absurd, but it really happened. All because of a crazy challenge: Do you want to bet we can race two karts through the streets of a city? Here's the story, half dream, half reality, of how things went.

Ihave a dream ... Yawn. The listlessness won’t go away. I have a dream ... the words bounce around the inside of the helmet that I seem to be wearing and I let myself be lulled by their slow rhythm.

I like the feeling, I don’t want to wake up. Nevertheless, I try to shrug my shoulders and breathe through my nose, just to feel alive, but the impression of being in limbo hugs me tight, like a leotard underneath the suit that has already lost its battle against the cold, rushing in between the seams, straight to my bones. It's strange feeling so cold in a dream, but I don’t stop to think about it.

The noise from the street is muffled and my field of vision is limited by the narrow slit of the visor.
I push the trolley with its white and green kart over the bumps of a dimly lit pavement and walk along behind another figure, a little taller and with a helmet that is more colourful than my own. I think it was him who shook my gloved hand and threw down the challenge:

Do you want to bet we can race two karts through the streets of a city centre and battle it out among the houses, shop windows, squares and uneven cobblestones?

So I slam down the accelerator pedal and, immediately after the manhole, sliding around a bit due to the freezing tyres, I shift up to second,...
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