When we were children, we used to say “Let’s see who wins!”. We used to play, but it was a game full of sideways looks and anonymous pranks. We all wanted to be the fastest or the strongest one at the race. We grew up, and we changed these games for another. The new games seemed more serious and important: survival games. We were no longer playing for pleasure, but moved by a mixture of imitation and fear of emptiness… maybe also by fear of silence. We competed for an unreachable light and, in our vertiginous race, we did not notice the needles that fell from our bodies and flooded the floor under our feet, killing us from the roots, preventing anything else from growing there.In the race to be faster, stronger, we throw the needles that prevent others to grow.