Luis Serra Navarro

He liked the salty air… for once, he didn’t even mind the hair blowing in his face. Somewhere out there lay Spain, and for a moment he actually thought about just going home. A room by the sea… grabbing coffee in the morning, drinking wine in the evening, and in between, doing things that didn’t make you feel like you had one foot in the grave. It was amazing what a little wind could do to him. He’d studied biochemistry for years, and in the end, here he was, letting himself be seduced by a breeze… pretty lame, even by his standards. He smiled almost without noticing; maybe tomorrow he’d think about what he was supposed to become… but today, he’d just let his brain marinate a little in its own happiness hormones. After all, the poor thing had gone to great lengths to keep him alive… even though his mouth occasionally knew just how to ruin it all.