Planeta Gris

By the time your father was nine we had gotten to be excellent bikers and as such we enjoyed going around the west side of the valley down to the river shore and up to the North again. As the frequency and the intensity of those rides grew, we found ourselves finding more and new challenges for our newly obtained skills, until one day, we set out to travel to the coast with our bikes. Oh, the ocean! The ocean of those days was nothing like the dark remembrance that lingers today, and the excitement of being the children’s first time there, added the spice of the new to the already great season we were having. The joy was complete, the kids had gotten pleasure from the flow of the river up in the valley, but the seashore was unique! The coming and going of the waves, the lukewarm waters of the tropical sea and the uninterrupted companionship of the sun gave all of us an overpowering emotion of accomplishment, that was simply beyond comparison.

While the kids enjoyed their castle making and she her sun bathing, I sat under the almond tree to read my beloved book, perhaps more than just a little far away from them. To have that quietness and solitude that helped me squeeze the most out of my readings. It had been more than eight years since I had last read it and longed for the enlightenment that always followed my scrutiny of its words. Nonetheless, this time the reading was interrupted halfway. I had figured myself to be in complete seclusion in the remote end of this far away beach, but was dumbfounded by what was to come that afternoon. His words couldn’t be clearer, he was well-spoken but his looks were those of a desperate man. He asked me for my name and I gave it to him naively, figuring that his ill mind will not be acquainted with it and dismissed my words as nothing but another sound uttered by the palms against the salty wind. Contrary to my expectations, his eyes lit up the second I pronounced the last syllable of my name. His bewildered eyes were followed by his trembling legs, which eventually surrendered him to his knees as he sighed in relief.

I was unaware of where this sole encounter will lead my life and needless to say the fate of mankind, but it happened to me in that April’s afternoon, under the burning sun and with the peacefulness of the sandy beach as the stage. She would ask me for weeks what had happened that day, but I couldn’t bring myself to spit out the words and to carelessly lay that burden upon her shoulders. But one thing was certain: that trip to the beach marked the end of our happy days by the river valley.

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