Today is my birthday and I would like a nice gift. As usual, I started reviewing the collections of documents on my past races. Taken by nostalgia, I searched in vain in the drawers for photos of my only two races on 50km. I'm not there, I already knew, but I still have the two medals, a newspaper article and my name mentioned in the pages of a book that tells the 50km at the Italian championships year by year. Perhaps it is little, yet usually this was enough for me; I carry most of the memori...