, on the other hand, had always avoided the subject \u2014 precisely because I knew that this iron beast had taken a life.<\/p>\n
Now everything became clear. He was restoring that very motorcycle. At night, in secret from me. And he hadn\u2019t told me, because he knew: I wouldn\u2019t approve. I would be afraid.<\/p>\n
I stood there, gripping the door handle, unable to look away. My heart was uneasy, but at the same time I felt bitterness and\u2026 compassion. He wasn\u2019t doing it for the machine. He was trying to bring back the memory of his father, to reclaim at least a part of what he had lost.<\/p>\n
And now I had to decide: to condemn him for this secret\u2026 or to accept his pain and the way he had chosen to cope with it.<\/p>\n