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I looked at the photos and tried to see the differences.

‘Stasis is movement,’ said André. ‘Movement is stasis. We all do our best, we all try to improve on our own world endurance record, and what’s the result?’ He shrugged his shoulders.

‘Rominger’s world endurance time was scrapped from the record books,’ I said. ‘Because of his bike, I think. Or because he established it in the EPO period. Whatever the case, all for nothing.’

‘The most beautiful thing he left was this work,’ said André, ‘except that Rominger doesn’t know about it. I should call him. It might be a consolation.’

Someone came into the room. I turned around and thought I was going crazy. She shook hands with me and introduced herself, but I was momentarily lost for words.

‘This is Bart,’ said André. He pretended not to notice my astonishment. ‘I told you about him. Bart Hoffman, Dustin’s second cousin.’

‘Bart!’ said the woman. ‘André has told me a lot about you. I’m glad to meet you at last.’ She had an English accent.