Prologue
I
always loved the smell of the ocean; a salty fragrance that transported my
heart to those days of my childhood where I didn’t have to go to school and I
could just enjoy my time with my family. The sea meant I could stay up late
sitting on a balcony with my mother, gazing at the sky and listening to the
soothing sound of the waves.
There was this one time I was having
breakfast with my parents by the beach and I saw a dark spot in the sky, far
away in the horizon. I had never seen such a disturbance before, it made no
sense to me. We were on vacation at the beach! Was it not the one place we went
to where everything was perfect?
“What is that?”, I asked my
mom.
“Oh, that is just a storm”, she said
casually and then resumed her chat with my father.
A storm? It was like reality had
slapped me awake. I had never even considered the possibility of having ‘bad
weather’ here, in paradise.
“What is going to happen? Are we
gonna be ok?”, I asked. My 5 year-old mind already bursting with chaotic
scenarios.
“You have nothing to worry about”,
my mother answered with a gentle smile, “it will even be fun! You’ll see…”
She was right. I loved watching the
storm from the five star hotel we were staying at. We had ice-cream as I stood
near the window, amazed at the lighting and thunder hitting the ocean, the palm
trees almost giving into the might of the wind, bending as if ready to snap. To
me it was just a show.
I guess one of the most important
reasons why I loved the ocean so much is what it stood for, being by the ocean
meant I was safe and happy.
Safe.
Happy.
Two concepts I am no longer familiar
with.
Though I doubt it would make any
difference, I wish I could somehow remember how long I have been here. How I
got here. At the very least, I am grateful I have some memories to keep me
going. I have a place to go back to. Even if I never make it back.
Part 1 coming next week.
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