The story
The city was still asleep when Leo arrived at the old brick wall, his backpack full and his skateboard under his arm. His train left at eight, but first he had something to do. For years he had dreamed of painting that wall, and this was his last chance. He shook the spray can: its metallic rattle echoed in the silence. Line by line, a huge phoenix appeared, its wings spread wide above a compass and a map of the world. As the sun rose between the buildings, the first passers-by stopped to stare in amazement. Leo added one last word: GO. It was not just a farewell to his city, it was a promise to himself. He gathered up the spray cans, jumped on his skateboard and sped towards the station without looking back. Behind him, the phoenix shone in the dawn light, ready to tell everyone that every departure is also a new beginning.
