Then, suddenly, like a thunderstorm blowing in, his mood changed again, and he was quite clearly finished with the visit. He left me and turned back to his window. I felt like I was in a business meeting with an executive who was suddenly ready for his next appointment. He had had enough.
Liliana and I left and drove back to New York. I was badly shaken by what I had seen. Barbaro had always been so upbeat and feisty. He had made it easy for you to feel good about him and confident about his recovery.
But this time, he was obviously down - very down. I wondered what was going on in his head. Was he in pain? Was he afraid? Did he want to be training and racing? What was he thinking?
