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May 11, 2005 Glenogle bath. Swimming with Stephane
At noon.
Today we are on time. We are the first and alone, maybe not for long. This time, I choose a different lane, to get the most of our loneliness. We swim and swim.
Something is going wrong. Stephan can’t catch up with me, I leave him back. I don’t ask him, I’m very worried about keeping up with my own pace.
In the shower room, while the warm water runs down ours bodies, I joke ‘What hell did you do yesterday?’, ‘Nothing’ I heard, ‘I received bad news form home. I have to leave, this time, probably at once…’
I turn my head and open my eyes. I see Stephan, naked and alone, how when he was born. I’m going to speak but he interupts me to end ‘To feel close to tears in the shower has an advantage no-one will discover if you start to cry’
(Beloved son, sometime I promised you three things. You probably have forgotten it, I haven’t, this story is the first one.
nauta
Madrid, 11 May 2006. )