The smell of the brackish water had been pervading Can for almost months. He was on his yacht and, after a long time, he was setting course to the harbor of his nativity town.

He forced himself to land against his will, because the weather’s omens delivered their own verdict.

«Nothing will happen in such a short time, I only have to wait a favorable weather...» the boy repeated innumerable times, just to reassure himself.

Nevertheless, when he arrived to the harbor, after parking the yacht thanks to the help of two men who were waiting for him, he began to feel an inner turmoil, out of place considering that anything were going to happen. Or at least, this was what he was repeating to himself.

«It’ll rain cats and dogs! You should find a shelter for some days!» the man, who welcomed him to the harbor, suggested, but Can didn’t want to stay over some days!

He raised up the glance to the sky and watched it becoming darker. The dark clouds had already covered the sun and the humidity was the sign of the imminent rain.

Can sighed, but then he went to looking for a lodging, even if he didn’t want to he had to adapt.

He decided he would postpone the visit to his family. He knew that, if he did it, he would remind memories deeply buried. Memories which he desperately had been trying to forget for months. But never succeeded.