said, a storie It was the 99’s summer. It was being a revolting warm august. Got dark very late and the foreign people were the only who dared to go outside, anxious of the South’s tourism. Doing any

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said, a storie It was the 99’s summer. It was being a revolting warm august. Got dark very late and the foreign people were the only who dared to go outside, anxious of the South’s tourism. Doing any physical activity was a total challenge for body and mind. Said avoided the hellish afternoons taking long naps with a fan at his head and a cold water bottle at his feet. He didn’t like the heat because it remembered him the horrible days in Mexico when he was working under the relentless sun. When you don’t have job you have the privileged to set your schedule. Although Said couldn’t stand afternoons, he loved summer nights, even more dawns. Walking on bike while the city was sleep became a joy more and more addictive for Said. On last months he had dedicated to put a camera tied in the back of his bike in a way he could record the city while he was biking. Furthermore, he used to take photos of the sites that gave him more memories, for he knew they would change sooner or later. At morning he was enjoying video editing putting them his favourite music and thinking stories in the corners that had no mean for him. This activity made no money but it made him calmer sleep. However, Said had sleep problems not only cause the heat but the terrible nightmares he suffered. In these dreams he always was frightened because he found marine monsters, high buildings without way out, people barking him… In the most cases he woke up more tired than before sleep. Then, Said visited the doctor. He ordered to take sleep pills. But this didn’t work and his dreams still were unbearable. Many days, he just stayed in home awake but sleepy cause the heat. The last night he went out for a walk, he chose his favourite route, that which passed around his school. Nevertheless, when he got the square where he used to eat his snack with his friends, he saw something strange, some big black arrows drawn on the floor. He followed them and finally he arrived to a cave next to a river. There were people of different ages talking and sharing photos that were familiar to him. At last, Said felt the satisfaction of not being the only one awake at these hours. The only bad thing was that he never knew if that was real or a fantasy of his burnt head.

Apr 19, 2014 6:37 PM

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said, a storie

It was the summer of 1999. It was being a revoltingly warm hot August. It got dark very late and the foreign people foreigners were the only ones who dared to go outside, anxious to experience the South’s tourism. Doing any physical activity was a total challenge for body and mind.

Said avoided the hellish afternoons by taking long naps with a fan at his head and a cold water bottle at his feet. He didn’t like the heat because it remembered reminded him of the horrible days in Mexico when he was working under the relentless sun.

When you don’t have job you have the privileged to set your own schedule. Although Said couldn’t stand afternoons, he loved summer nights, and dawns even more dawns. Walking on Riding his bike while the city was sleep slept became an increasingly addictive joy more and more addictive for Said.

On last a few months ago he had decided to put attach a camera tied in to the back of his bike in a way so that he could record the city while he was biking. Furthermore, he used to take photos of the sites that gave him more memories, for he knew they would change sooner or later.

At In the morning he was enjoyed video editing, putting them in his favourite music, and thinking imagining stories in for the corners that had no meaning for him. This activity made no money but it made him calmer sleep more calmly.

However, Said had sleep problems not only because of the heat, but the terrible nightmares he suffered. In these dreams he was always was frightened because he found encounted marine sea monsters, high tall buildings without no way out, people barking at him… In the most cases he woke up more tired than before sleep when he had gone to bed.

Then Said visited the doctor. He ordered to take was prescribed sleeping pills, but they didn’t work and his dreams still were unbearable. Many days, he just stayed at home awake, but sleepy from the heat.

The last night he went out for a walk, he chose his favourite route, that which passed around his school. Nevertheless, when he got the square where he used to eat his snack with his friends, he saw something strange, some big black arrows drawn on the floor.

He followed them and finally he arrived at a cave next to a river. There were people of different ages talking and sharing photos that were familiar to him. At last, Said felt the satisfaction of not being the only one awake at these hours. The only bad thing was that he never knew if that it was real or a fantasy of his burning(feverish?) head.