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When the wind is land-based here, it stalls at 60 knots, a real sweep on lands, the fields of plastic bags which fill the beach are quietly going to pollute the sea, the entire city is cleaned, our eyes drip with dust, the water loses easily 5-6 degrees, the trucks overturn, we perpetually fight against the air, we get drunk of dust clouds, to drive you crazy, a real Mexican Tarifa or Leucate.
It’s a real transformation, now it’s cold, there are no fishes anymore, the snakes come out of the water to warm up under the sun, and I have to thread my combination to fly away with my 7 meters. The sky, finally cleared of its dust, becomes incredible limpid. The sun took advantage of it to make the show.
One morning, at 6 am, it came out of the water such an incandescent volcano, red fusion, a real ball of fire, I had never seen a sunrise so beautiful. I remember it now, it was the world day of the earth “Earth Day”. The sun had come to celebrate in its way this certainly insignificant day for it, but not for my eyes.
“Sunset” this day was the same size, I hung on my kite, took advantage of every wave, to print, in my way, this bright red sky. I will remember this trip for a long time, the army roadblocks, the submachine guns, the police armed to their teeth, the narco traffickers stories where they come in ” home made ” submarine, the parties where we were invited, the incomparable kindness of the people who offer us drinks and food, the kidnapping stories, the deserted beaches, the endless waves…..and, cherry on the cake, the Mexican flu.
