SURFERS I remember that thirty years ago we started to see a few people (generally blond and australian), holding surfing boards with their arms and hanging around one of the beaches in town. That was then something picturesque for us, we were not used to enter the sea for anything else than swim, refresh or fish. It was curious, something different. Those people looked burned by the sun, relaxed and friendly. Some years passed by and some locals began to practice surf as well; we noticed that, surprisingly enough, they became blond too. Still, it was fun. It was also good for the city that their beaches were being more and more appreciated in the world so more tourists would come and that would be a benefit for everybody. The number os surfers increased dramatically during the following years. Now it isn´t that funny anymore. Now, as the summer comes and the beaches get crowded it has become really difficult to find a little space to swim or relax among the herds of local and foreign surfers that have conquered the waters of that one beach. They have their own space reserved in the sea (the council wants to keep the tourists happy and surfing schools ara now a tourist attraction in the city). If you want to bath in the sea or play with your children you need to be very careful, not to invade the surfer´s republic´s domains and no to be hit in the head by one surfing board. Even in lockdown times the surfers have been the first people to conquer the sea again, leaving the rest of population standing on the shore and watching them with frustration. It´s like having a stroll on the highway. And i ask myself: do they care at all?