The waves lap eternally. This and the bookshelf cause me to feel so at home that I thought my cat was about to jump up on my lap just now.
I have been trying to understand for a week why the ducks who live on my street breathe so heavily. I mean, you can hear them a block away. They sound like pigs snorting. I have just realized that this is how they quack.
I am told that an official university car was stolen today and driven down here, and there was a big police chase. I missed it.
Earlier on, though, there was a great tumult outside and I am sure I heard a shot. I was out toward the front in a flash, to stand behind the stone wall and peering cautiously through the bars.
Everyone was running to the left and shouting stop, thief! So it was a thief, and they were hoping to run him down. I asked a passer by: was a shot fired? I was sure I heard a shot, and I do know what they sound like, pop.
He answered: no, no shot was fired; the police are not here.
The corollary is that only the police shoot here, perhaps. Or perhaps people only shoot when there are police?
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But a shot was fired, and there were police. The thief had sacked someone’s house, who had come out shouting. There was a policeman who fired a shot in the air to get the thief to stop, but he dropped his loot, jumped into the water, and started swimming. People were running to the left on the theory that he would have to go on shore at the point, so as to run up the next hill; they wanted to catch him then.
I have this from the little girl Micaela, the future business girl as she says. We do not know what finally happened with this thief.
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 