said what a pity the trunk had fallen. She said, yes, that was every step of the way with Pelé. They came into the world in the same year. They grew together. How did it happen, I asked. A storm blew in, she said. Unusual weather conditions, she added. When, I asked her. Last weekend, she said, without a hint of irony that the storm had put an end to the tree almost on the same day as Pelé would be admitted to hospital for the final time.
A Fitting Farewell to Pelé — The Blind Salamander