I was in England when I heard of Eduardo’s injury, I booked onto the first available flight out of London and rushed to Heathrow airport. Once at the airport I spoke to the surgeon who was about to perform Eduardo’s first surgery, he told me that it was an extremely risky surgery and that I should say to Eduardo ‘anything that I needed to say’ because it might be the last time I would speak with him. I leant against a pillar, with tears streaming down my face, among a scene of bustling travelers I somehow held my voice together for what could have been our very last conversation.