The cloud had cleared and the sun was
beating down on the sand; its brilliance reflecting off the sea was almost
unbearable. The beach was deserted now. We could hear the clinking sound of
cutlery and dishes from the little houses along the ridge that led down to the
water.
The heat rising from the rocks and
the ground made it difficult to breath. At first Iskra and Shabela talked about
things and people I didn’t know. I realized they’d known each other for a long
time and had even shared a place for a while. We headed towards the sea and
walked along the water’s edge.
Every now and then a little wave that was longer
than the last one wet our shoes again and again my mind became blank because
all that heat on my bare head was making me feel drowsy. I seemed to be
swimming. Just then Iskra said something to Shabela that I couldn’t make out.
At the same time, I noticed the two Kalimantan’s, one wearing the yellow
flowered shirt and the other, blue workman’s overalls coming towards us.
They were at the other end of the
beach, still quite far away. I looked at Iskra and he said
“It`s him again”.
We carried on walking. Shabela asked
how they`d managed to follow us all the way here. I realized they must have got
on the bus after seeing our beach bags loaded into Iskra’s car, but I didn’t
say anything. Even though the Indos were moving slowly, they were a lot closer
to us now. We kept walking at the same pace, Iskra said to Shabela,
“If there’s a fight, you take the second one,
I`ll take care of mine”. If another one shows up, he`s yours: ‘ I said “Yes”.
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