Maldives, who picked up my loneliness

(Sunset dinner)

Since I was a kid growing up in cities into a gunpowder barrels, followed by my aunt came to full moon island after half a year to be able to negotiate a dozen of people only.

In the reception lobby sitting one day later, I will sit in the tourists away from the swimming pool edges, and other seabirds to fly down to drink water, or away from the tourists of the Chair, on the beach side and hermit crabs to play with. They are everywhere, but courageous small pole, I touch will shrink to the shell, once copied wrong guest's passport number, was my aunt gave a good meal, I was crazy, a soft shell small hate from shell ... la, imagine it scared, like flying to escape into the heap of sand under the coconut palms.

(Beach of birds can be seen everywhere)

Until the remote point on the shore of a small wooden house, filled with diving suits, scuba diving and snorkeling fin.

I can't sit still, woke would go knock on the door of Cavallo Jia. This is my little to him, I'm the only one who called him. I willingly helped him to untie the rope, spread the canvas, watched him early in the decoration of the good white sailboat. Then hold the knee he squinted eyes at him to accompany visitors at sea. At noon I ran with grilled fish he caught, eat the coconut into white chocolate, then help he rushed out guests full of sand in your shoes. In the evening he would return to me during the day, light blue, pale green, changing to the Indian Ocean to the black color, like a faint Cavallo better drop with sweat and sea skin.

(Bath can watch the stars)

Hey, my tile Logga too stubborn, I will catch the visitor's camera to shoot a few silly coupling beams on the boat.

He will proudly Yang beginning said: to the front of the House and then Pat yourself on the water, shoreline landscape is much more to us. I saw someone with a waterproof shell of the camera in the coral reef in photographs, Cavallo Jia shook his head saying: coral in so many colorful fish, how only took so few?

(Not like Phuket, Maldives fish great)

Cavallo Jia is not paying attention, and he used English chat was tired, and body language also repeatedly said.

I told him I've seen, Siberia in Aurora, Moscow Redfield, Peter the great in the Baltic Sea. He said the farthest in the land is ever male fish market, from small is a Maldivian of fish, later sailing ever been here all Pearl-like island.

On this day we talked very late, I almost miss the hostel to come and meet us.

A boat, aunt in the boat and said to me: Natasha! you can't and that boy. Are you born child is made of carbon, or be a crocodile skin small flowers. Your mother will eat the following package, your father died in the flames of father picked up the gun, from heaven to the boy aiming. I to you the Manager had his resignation letter, tomorrow we return home.

I was so angry that he could not speak, lie in the ship's railing, tears from the eyes of tumble, directly out into the dark depths of the Indian Ocean, the sea of dolphins swim to our ship's side, jump out of the sea as I screamed.

Then there are three dolphins as I called wat I left the ship! a! ... It is also a bar! ... I jerked off the plank on is put away, jumped into the sand, the water over the qixiong, run to Cavallo better hut. There is no light in the room, he began very early every day in the Sun, very early on sleeping like dead fish.

I am a foot kick open the door, looked like the direction of bed said: "Cavallo Jia! you are the only when I grow up like boy.

I was gone, you have to have a good English. So don't know what people are saying. "And then slam shut the door, jumped on the shore of twin boat, rowing paddle to coral reefs, and every day I see no place, suddenly jump off, since I don't want to go, let me stay in the place.

I went to the coral reefs of the depths of the tie, dark sea lost cold temperature, cold.

The day of small fish do not know where to attack, only to feel big fish swimming around in my side. It was a long time, my body seems to become light, floating on the sea, to see me jump, there is a yacht boats. The sea separates a hole, and channeling out a black skin of dolphins, like also dragged a little Mermaid. See the dolphins to Mermaid on deck, the dolphins have hand? how his hands by Mermaid stomach, mouth to mouth and then exhale and pressure of the chest. Finally, he hit his head, and then hold little Mermaid does not release, and scream, is my name: Natasha! Natasha! Natasha!

The sound is choppy to reverberate in my ears and my tile Logga? I flung open their eyes, is my aunt calls me, she gave the Palm of my hand and said: boy, I know.

Bring him back to Siberia, to meet your mother. Last night he was you wake up, find your boat, have you picked up in the emergency room for a night out, now he kept crying out there!

(Water housing on listening to the waves pillow)

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