Dada 6

I looked away. Surrounding the river were the forests that rose entangled on both banks of the river. To get stuck in there would be worse than any maze; to think of exotic flowers was exciting but what if you were lost. Fuck that. People get lost and die in the forests .Twenty five years ago my father could not wait to get away from his village. He wanted to work in the city and live in the suburbs. Dada used to say the only people who die in the jungle are tourists or those who used to live in them. 

‘We’re heading for our own rocks,’ Mo said.

‘Do you mean getting stupid’  Iskra said. He meant our crystal dice. I laughed.

From the steep slope leading down towards the sea, we could see that a few people were already in the water. Iskra`s friend lived in a little wooden hut on stilts at the other end of the promontory. There was a little space out on the back deck like you used to see in the old days. The house was  near the rocks but its supports at the front were already below water level. Iskra introduced us. His friend was called Shabela.