Vacationers

It’s still here, yet it feels unfamiliar. Step by step, this land is slipping into the hands of others. Two hundred kilometers of coastline. When we dip our toes in and look ahead, the sea feels like it’s ours. But when we turn around—all we see are umbrellas. Behind the hotels—memories.

They find ways around the rules; I can’t find my way around their hotels. It’s getting harder and harder to reconnect with my memories. So much has changed in just one year.