My father buys a raffle ticketand leaves it in my hand.I wanted the bicyclethey had last year.Today there's only a ham leftwith a golden ribbon.
The number is mine.Don't go swapping it.
Nati draws the ticketfrom the peg bucket.She calls my father's number.I show her mine.It's the same one, but nowI'm the one holding it.
They stand me on the chair.Clara brings the ham over.The hoof points upwards;the ribbon covers one eye.I tell her to let go.
She lets go.
My father comes runningand grabs me under the arms.The chair moves.He steps on a napkin.The ham stands uprightagainst my father's chest.Rosi moves the bottles asidewithout quite getting up.
They offer to swap the prizefor money towards a bike.Tere already has her purse out.I ask about the bone.“That's yours too,” says Fede.“But first we have to eat it.”
We sit it down beside me.I take off the golden ribbon.My father asks for a knife.I tell him not now.He asks me how long, then.I move it a little further from his plate.Under the raffle ticketthere are black letters on my palm.