CHAPTER 10
We agreed to meet exactly one week from today, a 5 o'clock in the afternoon, at a guesthouse called "Rockmore," 50 miles north, in a place called Playa Terminado. She packed her things, and we said goodbye to each other like two people that sat on the bus next to each other going from Brooklyn to Queens, that the only connection between them summed up with one of them asking the other to press the stop button for them.
I went down to the beach aggravated and sad, and I saw that the waves were not bad. I went back to the bungalow and brought the surfboard. I passed the waves and sat on the board. A big wave came. I said f**k it and started swimming. Without noticing, I felt that the wave had taken me. Now it's the moment where you decide – do you go into the wave or disconnect.
