Strangers as if it was written in our foreheads: our
back bags were packed , it seemed they were more attractive than we wanted ;
shoes hang and were swinging in the
bottom edge of them . Mourad's
sunglasses were repellent , that made me regret for not bringing
sunglasses - covetous , piercing
glances from every direction , we made our Amazigh accent so audibly -
another way to say take it easy we are just from here- We were now walking without shoes . Bare
as our minds were of people thoughts. Mourad and I considered this as just the
beginning, we drew future plans on the way that would take accurate details
atnight, but now we had a long beach walk to take. I kept fancying my
colleague's terrible appetite in taking pictures ",I don't want to miss
anything," he explained often . My incurable zoning out mode made the
course of the journey full of fantasies , whenever I directed my eyes to the
sky , I found it suggested a face that kept shadowing me , I knew Mourad would
say that I was hallucinating if I told him , I made an inside chuckle anticipating his logical explanation about
this because he studies medicine , no doubt he would suggest a hallucination
treatment for me ; but Mourad had never liked to talk about studies , he
condemned how contemporary educational system barricades students from enjoying
life . We were talking abruptly in different topics, paid some tacit pauses
between each one. It was so noticeable to know that, from time to time, we
talked about different issues at the same time. Perhaps we were highly
refreshed than to realize what we were talking about. Our destination revealed closer than it
was before,deduced when Mourad pointed
his fingers to the furled red flag right there - so weird those flags were
paralyzed in such breezy day - we evoked the greatness of our creature in every
single moment we discover the beauty of the sea . So sad that the journey
reached its end; diminutive lights were the only thing left behind , it was
almost dark .we had few minutes to
unfold our bags’equipments and eat
something. After doing so , Mourad threw himself on the smooth , flamboyant
sand . I sprawled meditating the stars, I failed to count them. My journey’s
friend and I left the world behind, we congratulated ourselves for killing our
phone batteries on the way. High reflections took place, confessions were
quivering on the horizon. I decided to do something I had hesitated to a
longtime . I ran with all my
powers,screaming , and daring the sea
tosend my echo back . I felt something
being hurled away , a negative energy . I returned to continue listening to
Mourad till I fell asleep , and the morning carried its own surprises .
