"To become champions first you need to have a passion for what you do, so do not feel any sacrifice.

It requires physical skills, training, a lot of motivation, knowing how to suffer, accept the difficulties, calmly deal with the defeats and especially do not start your sport with great expectations, but only with the desire to improve themselves and if these improvements lead to big results better.

Another thing: do not get excited after a win, who exalts too much when you win, when you lose it's easier you depress".

It begins with these words, the book of Abdon Pamich, Memories of a walker, by the journalist Roberto Covaz and finished printing in July by "Edizioni Biblioteca dell’immagine" of Pordenone (editor's web-site: click here), , appeared today as a supplement to the newspaper of the city of Trieste.

The book, with beautiful presentation of one of the most famous Italian commentators, Bruno Pizzul, said that "the heroes of race walking in those years enjoyed wide popularity, fueled by the great Olympic victories, and the healthy rivalry between the star Pino Dordoni and his younger rival Abdon Pamich".

But retracing the entire history of Abdon Pamich, from the morning of that day in September 1947, when he and his brother Giovanni (just over 26 years in two) communicated to the mother of their desire to leave and get away from his native Fiume (today Croatia's Rijeka) where the Tito's troops had turned off the light of freedom.

In between all his sporting history, culminating in the Tokyo victory.

The book ends with these phrases that recall with nostalgia heart filled with the return of Abdon and his brother John in 2014 (67 years after their escape) to Fiume to review their home.

"Getting to Via Manzoni, entered into the hall of the house, we found the door closed. We were losing all hope, when we noticed a lady coming. Taking advantage of the opening of the door we also we entered behind her. Great it was the surprise when we saw she open wide the doors of our house.

We explained to the woman that we were born there and she, without hesitation, let us enter. She and her husband offered us a drink to celebrate our unexpected return.

In that moment I realized that we border people have two souls and for that, many times, we feel lost in the world in which we live. At that moment my two souls came together and I felt like at home.

Yes, the wound was still open! Despite all life continues"

One hundred and eighty-nine pages to read all in one breath, far from the actual clamor of the media.