He remembers
Harry Houdini.
When I was a
boy, twelve years old, I witnessed one of his daring escapes.
His assistants
tied him with iron cuffs and chains and threw him in the river. Everyone was waiting, impatiently, on the quayside. It was a day in winter, they
had to clear the ice, in that part of the harbour. I had to push my way through the crowd.
I kept my hand
above my eyes and searched the water.
First I see a head floating on the water. Then he raises his arm. His
hand waves at us.
The crowd
cheers. I look at a man standing beside me. We both admire the trust we have in
Harry. People laugh. The men throw their hats and caps in the air.
I think this
event confirmed my childish belief in heaven. Later I realized that if you can
free your hands you can redeem yourself.
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