As we walked towards the beach I somehow started to feel exhausted-12 hours of plane trip and then all the walking-, and I could feel my senses fading. I thought about the keeper, he was a good man, but old now, and that suddenly disgusted me. I got rid of that out-of-nowhere thought and continued to walk. The vicinity of Embion, around the lighthouse was less frequented and gave a sad look to the village on such a beautiful day. Somehow, I thought sadness reveals things that happiness tries to hide, and I felt sad. I saw someone like Georges on the way to the way to the beach, but I wasn’t sure, if it was him. On the beach there was a myriad of colours, as at least twenty sun umbrellas were embed in the sand next to each other. Before going onto the beach, Julie and I proceeded to the ritual of removing shoes and sandals. I put both pairs into the luggage, which since then I thought was of no use. The shouting and laughing sounds of children accentuated as we neared them, and I noticed that a group of children had formed a soccer team and were playing with a plastic ball on the hot sand. Smaller ones were acting as supporters as their ice creams were melting on their bare-chest, and their elder ones were supervising them with rapid successive looks. The seniors were either under the shades of the umbrellas …show more content…
Maybe it was all in my head, I thought. Freddie then broke my thought as he showed us his redhead wife who waved at Julie and me from under the umbrella-she was waiting for their third child, belly as big as Freddie- and his boy knee-high to a grasshopper with orange hair, was playing football, pushing the other children, to get the ball. I hated Freddie. Her wife and his son, I wasn’t sure. I pitied them. I somehow felt a loosening of my muscles as we left these people, and I felt reborn for a minute or