Pipa, Brazil
The big star right above me shone intensely in the light blue sky. A couple of white clouds were floating by on a fast pace and on some days the sky was even above the sea completely clear. This was one of these days. It looked like that the sky moved, but it was the sea I was in, that moved. I was just calmly floating on my surfboard, waiting from some good waves to come. Sadly enough, I had to wait for another half an hour for the high waves. Now I was listening to the children, teenagers and adults that were fighting against the average high waves. Most of the people, mostly from the village itself, had mastered a perfect technique to not be pulled along by the wave towards the beach. With a bored face I looked at them, seeing that when the wave came they went under water and when the wave was gone they came up to be able to breath again.
After a lot of clouds passed by, the people in the water went unnoticeable out of the sea. The waves became higher and on the place where I was, the waves came faster after each other than somewhere else on this beach. I moved my body, while I kept my balance on the surfboard. Now I was laying with my face towards nothing. You would end up somewhere in Africa if you would go swimming, but before you would arrive, you will be too tired to swim and die. It was normal to think about the sea for a surfer like me. We're every day, the entire year here. Even in the winter when it is 28 degrees celcius. It was pretty cold, especially if your shirt and swimming trousers were completely soaked by the water and the sun was disappearing behind the edges of the high cliff right next to the beach. The sun would already go away around five o'clock, so we hadn't much surfing time, but you could see the beautiful, foggy north side of the beach when the sun will slowly disappear and go to the other side of the planet.
'' Look, there is a great wave coming!'' An other surfer screamed in Portuguese to me. His name was Paulo, a really relax boy around my age. When we were younger, we would often hang out together under the bridge at the main street of Pipa. Now we regularly meet when we surf of go out. I looked at him and saw him pointing towards the direction I was staring at a couple of minutes ago. I felt indeed that I was strongly pulled towards the sea by the upcoming wave. '' Thank you!'' I shouted en waved at him before I turned around. One wave and then...
With a quick pace I began to paddled with my arms. Faster and faster. I jumped on the board, pretty quick and didn't even loose my balance. After a couple of seconds of standing on the surfboard, I went right and began to surf on the wave. I saw a couple of tourist looking at me with surprised, admiring eyes when I was doing a couple of tricks. Behind me the surf started to begin and in a couple of second I fell of my board into the surf. Calmly I stayed underwater until the wave was past by and I could go out of the surf. When I came up I threw my long, black hair back. I look around. On the beach were standing and laying a couple of pretty girls, at least men would say that they were pretty. I would say that they were attention seekers.
I went out of the water with a little bit of difficulty caused by the high waves, but I didn't even fell once like a beginner. With a small, black elastic I made quickly a high ponytail, while I was slowly going towards the table where my stuff were. At the moment I arrived there, I put on a jersey really quick and grabbed my phone. A Samsung Galaxy Ace 2 with a rainbow surfboard on the cover.
Two missed calls, fourteen whatsapp messages and three conversations on facebook. Social media.. The most biggest nonsense on the planet. Everyone had twitter, facebook or tumblr. One of the sign that most people on this world became more unsocial. While I packed my stuff and crammed it into my adidas bag, I called the two person back. The first one was my roommate that asked how late I came back home and if I would go to the supermarket to get some stuff, but the other number was a strange number. I didn't recognize it, but it looked like a number of a important business. I called back, but I didn't hear anything. Only silence...
'' What the hell was that?'' My mouth moved and I whispered a couple of curse words in Portuguese, without people around me noticing it. I sighed and began to walk towards the stairs that led to the bus stop. With two steps at once I climbed the 168 steps of stairs really quick and I'm just in time to get into the small, chock full bus to Pipa. Everywhere there were sitting people that I knew in the bus. Elderly, adults and children. Actually everyone in Pipa knew each other. It was really logical. The main street was the only street that was every night really busy, because the other streets weren't really that cosy. In the morning the beach and in the evening the main street. That were the busiest places here in Pipa.
Like always I was within ten minutes in the main street of Pipa, everyone stepped out of the bus and new ones jumped in to it. Sometimes I thought they would climb onto the roof of the bus, but that only happens in the mountain area of Brazil. The Toyota heaven, close to Nova Jerusalem, was one of the places where that happens. Everyone jumped onto the jeeps, literally, they sat on the roof or came up with an other idea to travel with the jeep. Like this, one Toyota jeep could almost transport twenty people from the tops of the mountain to the valley. Fortunately were the people in Pipa not crazy and dangerous like that.
Everyone in Pipa was relaxed and listened almost the entire day to reggae music or went dancing on samba night every Friday. You could notice that it was a really surf village. Everyone was nice to each other, most people could surf and 90% of the restaurants on the main street played Bob Marley or other reggae artists. I wasn't that much of a fan of listening music. I thought it was really beautiful, but it was always a real mess to find the perfect song that gives you goosebumps. Some number gave me that, but about most I was thinking why people make those song. It was about sex or drugs and stuff. Most songs don't have a story behind it. No immersion. That's why I hate the music industry. It's about nothing.
' Heey dreamy, do you want to get run over by a car?' I noticed that I crossed the street without looking and that one of the villagers pulled me to the side. He said that I shouldn't be daydreaming the next time I cross a street, but I was just looking dreamy to the clouds. There would probably come a shower of ten minutes, but after those then minutes there wouldn't be any rain today.
I thanked the man a bit rudely and went in a small street and walked up. My legs hurt a little bit, but doing this every day I was used to this. Within three minutes I was in my apartment where I lived together with two friend of me. When I screamed for their names, I noticed that they weren't home yet. '' Great.' I mumbled with a smile on my face. The two would probably do some shopping in one of the four supermarkets in the main street. Hopefully they wouldn't wake me up, while I was sleeping on the couch.
The events in my life floated past, but I knew that I wasn't dead. Instead that I moved backwards, I moved forwards. I saw myself getting older, but I didn't saw any details. On a given moment the fast, different images stopped and it stayed at one image. It moved.. It was a operation room and someone with long, red hair was laying on the table. Her entire body was visible except her ears. Her ears were covered by a sheeting. The two doctors did some strange things with the ears, while the girl was sleeping.
Flash
A quick image past by before it became entirely dark. Someone flew from a building. Or wait.. The person fell or jumped. One of the two, happily I didn't see the result. I absolutely don't want to see that result...
Black.
