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She changes her direction and quickly heads on to the café nearby. Takes the wooden steps to the terace of the ´Ariel-Bistro´.

Laureen, her longtime girlfriend since schooldays might already be attending her.

“ It´s not my business at all “ she murmures as she looks for a seat and

realizes that Laureen is already waiting at a table on the terace close to the ceiling.

“ Damn Laureen, … down there on the shore around the there´s another crazy one going to kill himself. I just was talking to him, … maybe we should . .

"Call someone ...? What for, Siyna ,… they take him for a day, check his papers, maybe they get him to a hospital ,... and two weeks later he is standing there again. . . .

With noone coming round to see him and , - that´s it. Baby, it´s your free day,... let´s get a nice meal, … I´´m starving and I got two hours off, need to repose. ”

“ You´re right, … yes,... you´re right .”

The two women change their conversation to other themes while havin their drinks and meal. They are both sporty from schooldays on,… well trained, and beautiful in their late twentys.

When Laureen leaves for a day´s last date with a mansion-owner who is intending to sell his house in San Jose, Siyna remains sitting ,chilling, admiring the beautiful late afternoon-sunlight over an iceblue ocean .

The week had been hard work.

Weekend. Finally.

Her eyes get heavy and she nearly falls asleep for a moment, although she just had another coffee.

When she raises her eyes she sees the man from the shore again coming up the stairs taking a seat two-three tables away from her, ordering a drink.

He looks at her indifferently.

She can´t help looking at him again.

´I wanted to forget about this ´-. Seeks for money in her bag to pay and get off.

the air that carries

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