Summer of 2002
One day, doing some kind of sport, Phiip the only Phiip is asking himself how dangerous that is. His "muscles" ache. He is thirsty. The plastic bottle where water used to mix with Pastis is now empty.
Other would have let themselves die on the spot, but not Phiip.
He lies down on the mud, looks up at the sky, closes his eyes and imagines the commando B stories.
When, five minutes later, they call him for an afternoon snack, he has those words :
"From now on, I'll do sports only on a computer."
That's just it.