There are far fewer people today. I had hoped to see that man with the three children again. I would have liked to watch them a little longer. As if peeking into someone else’s life.
It’s like watching a film about a life you never had and never will, but you can at least immerse yourself in it for a moment, touch it.
But they didn’t come.
Maybe I made it all up after all. Maybe he had come here with them for a couple of days too, as my dad used to do. And his wife, tired from a vacation with three children, asked him to take the kids to the beach so she could have a little time alone.
Volchiy came up with a funny way to roll down our sand hill. An amazing feeling. At first you try to control your speed, then you relax and just roll like a log, and at the end, when you stop, your brain is in shock. A pleasant feeling, a little like that edge when you start to lose consciousness — not fully conscious anymore, but not quite unconscious yet either.
For dinner, we bought baked eggplant with minced meat and a salad with large beans from the supermarket deli. Surprisingly, it was very tasty.