He entered the swimming pool area a couple of hours ahead of the competition and the other contestants.
There was a strange tranquillity in the still waters and the silence. Everything was ready, preparing for a festival, excitement, cheering and action.
But, he remained calm. His breathing rhythm had not increased a single beat. As if he didn’t care.
It was the biggest race of his life so far, yet he remained motionless, unaffected by it all. The only thing he could not shake off was that something wrong was about to happen.
He later wished he had been wrong.
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