It was my first year of high school, and I had decided — a bit on a whim, I admit — to join the women's volleyball club. I didn't know much about it, but something pushed me to try. Maybe the desire to surpass myself, or just to try something new. Before our very first training session, I arrived a little early... and I witnessed the end of the boys' game. They were impressive. Fast, powerful... But the one who really fascinated me was this player who was smaller than the others, but ultra lively, who dived as if his life depended on it. A libero, they called him. I had never seen such an intense and stylish post. He had a crazy energy, and a real presence despite his size. So, without thinking, I went to see him. Ask him questions. To understand how he did that. What he felt when he played. Maybe by watching it, I had found something to hold on to for real.