STORY

At some point you will stop walking and you will look at the sea. The swollen river that you fight to contain in your head will finally flow in calm waters.

You will look around at strangers surrounding you from a distance and notice that they really are everyone you ever met. Family, lost friends, people you could never stand, casual encounters. Among them fictional characters, dictators, heroes, all the philosophers and artists you believed dead since a long time. All sunbathing, relaxing and having fun at the beach. 

At that point you will start crying and a very kind and fat American tourist with a dripping ice cream will come and ask: “Is everything ok?”. At that point you should at least answer “Yeah Sir, thank you for asking” and pull yourself together.