By Cristina Peri Rossi
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It was once a depression November: iciness had gotten a overdue begin and now it was once lingering on as an unpredictable, chilly, heavy spring. The wind used to be making the dunes tremble and that i may perhaps see the mountains of sand transferring, like a part of a barren lunar panorama. That yr no sea lions got here to die at the shore, and the single fascinating factor i discovered used to be an outdated deserted boat, within the backside of which, immobile, have been a few rotting nets, ropes, and reddish floats. A sea gull (I don’t understand if it used to be continuously an analogous one) may perch on one finish of the boat. Serene and impervious, like a figurehead on the prow, it is going to watch over the horizon. One afternoon, whereas considering the hypnotic calm of the slate-gray sea and some lilac-colored clouds strewn around the horizon, i spotted that i used to be one way or the other waiting for the coming of the bathers. i used to be doing not anything else as I walked over the mountains of sand, poked round within the wooded area looking for a overdue mushroom, or carved on tree trunks the outlines of birds swooping down over the water to swallow a fish. The tall timber shuddered within the wind, and the colour of the sky vaguely augured storms. towards the top of November i started to suspect that, not like in past years, the bathers wouldn’t come. the sensation cycle were interrupted, damaged through a few mysterious likelihood occasion, left me bitterly uneasy. the benefit of the cycles is they lowered my experience of vulnerability, of instability, supplying me guidance, a definite feeling of order i'll dangle to. there has been whatever naive and visible approximately them. The breaking of the cycle, nonetheless, brought a component of chaos, an incomprehensible phenomenon that perturbed me and, worse nonetheless, excluded me, giving me no probability to intrude. i made a decision to visit the town to seem into this. I didn’t understand something concerning the bathers, simply the time of 12 months they arrived, once they left, and they got here and went on a rented bus. within the urban, I went to the bus corporation. It was once a firm that prepared day journeys to varied areas. they'd no mounted time table, and the vacation spot was resolute via the passengers themselves and the fee negotiated. After loads of pleading, i used to be capable of see the documents from the former yr, which integrated a number of tours to the seashore. yet there has been no point out of the names of the bathers, what they did for a residing, or maybe the place they got here from. i discovered it very unusual that there has been no signal asserting ‘Bathers’ Bus,’ or anything to that impression. I couldn’t ask for them simply because I didn’t be aware of who they have been. It was once as though town had scattered them like petals within the wind. i used to be so devastated that outrageous rules happened to me. i assumed the bathers may need all grown outdated and they now not proposal it appeared reliable to visit the seashore. With my past loss of curiosity in them, I hadn’t even spotted the age of the ladies. I gave it a try out: I pictured them for the time being they have been getting off the bus all loaded down with baggage and towels, and so they appeared like a choir of boisterous ladies.