We were running away. We had to run away. From who or from what I do not remember. Except that we were running away. We pretended to be foreign students wanting to learn about local culture, so we could mingle with the crowds. We sat in buses and in trains. We hid in toilets and in store-rooms. We were running away and we were running away.
We had to swim miles and miles of ocean before we could reach safety. We had to swim for days and weeks and months before we could reach safety. We had no choice but to swim to safety. That was the only way.
The ocean was a deep dark blue. The corals were beautiful. Schools of fish accompanied us. In dazzling colours they swam beside us. We made friends with dolphins and with whales. We swam in a kind of drunken stupor. Swimming day by day by day.
And then I woke up.