Antiquarium

Castles of Porcelain (intermezzo)

The Castles of Porcelain The waves of the sea broke the sand beyond the ocean Alan was used to. a roar mixed with thunder ... a perpetual wave of fish, ships, lagoons, corals, sailors, sharks. in the placid wind of a sea October, Alan contemplated the world lying on his back in a deck chair, in an old wooden shack, on the water's edge, near a ramshackle and half-empty hotel. He was holding a Tequila Sunrise, he was high on alcohol, and he looked at the horizon that was lost in his clouded mind Some young beautiful Mexican girl made her way, from time to time, to come and comfort him with sweet words, full of passion (he was a handsome man, despite the total lack of sense) But he wasn't interested. He had heard, from an old sailor, of mermaids who lived beyond the ocean ,,, on the island of the castles of porcelain, nothing aroused him from that torpor ... no promises of cloudy love in splendid hotels in the ice city, not even the promises of money and technological riches of the young Russian heiresses nothing awaited him the mermaids, which he had never seen, on the island of porcelain castles