It was she telling him how much it made sense to split up and life in two different flats. But he did not want to understand: it was nothing against him it was for them. For their collective well-being. After he left the country of deep red sand and whispering waves, where sandcastles survive the tides, he just left everything determine his future. He had to come back to the past to catch up onto the presents.
He went to the ticket counter and bought a ticket: from PAST to PRESENT. As he stands on the platform, smokes a cigarette and observes his environment: the old lady selling lemons that everyone calls “Jealousy”, the couple standing close to him naming each other “Hope” and “Fear” and the father calling his little kid on the bike: “Joy, not too fast.” But he could not contemplate, his mind was occupying him with doubt. Should he leave or should he stay? Here in PAST everything was fine. He knew where to live, what to do, how to love and whom to be with. But what should he do in PRESENT? Ones he gets on the train he remembers, he wanted to find out who he has become. So many years of building sandcastles and protecting them from the waves. It was nothing he enjoyed doing, but it was given from tradition. His parents, grandparents and grand grandparents have been sandcastle builders. Why should he quit? Following this thought, he feels panicking and hunted by the idea of leaving the train, he grabs his jacket and backpack tries to run through the corridor but as he reaches the door, he sees the old lady standing there. The just closed the door. He feels the train pulling away and gasps for breath. The light smell of fresh lemon tickles his nose. With the exhalation all the release slopes away. No more occupying thoughts, just the breath…