Jack of all trades: skiing, climbing, swimming, biking, running, and thankfully, at least he stopped skating. Common denominator of activities done: whether they are painful and deleterious to mental and/or physical health. He designs, writes and publishes the only real running fanzine that ever existed and organizes the first completely illegal race in Italy (maybe it was better not to write this one).
He coaches and competes with equal enthusiasm, and besides following his athletes, he carelessly drops a million ideas in there. Unlike Coach, he somehow finds a way to implement them all thanks to his determination and the deadly platoon of friends led by Lt. Mirel.
We keep picturing him running, and again, the destination is unknown.
Hello Paco, the music of your footsteps will never stop playing.
