Sri Lanka, Negombo,
22-04-1995.
It is late afternoon I`ve just come back from my room after a shower, 75 laps I did in the hotel`s swimming-pool.....Can`t believe I managed that after my negative life style of the last 5/6 months in India. Tonight I`ll be on my way back to Amsterdam - if that is the wish of Lord Shiva - but now I`m freshly showered, have got my best clothes on, have an expensive hotel courtesy of AirLanka, just done 75 laps around the pool...
I need a beer cold and straight from the bottle. The pool is busy now, mostly locals, middle class Sri Lanka families with their kids. The open air bar is located right next to the bar, the atmosphere is good, some young indian ladies at the bar give me a nice smile, life is good...
The beer is cold just the way I like it. I look around to distract myself from the indian beauties who sure seem to have the hots for me. Just mere meters away from me, at the side of the pool I see a small boy in swimming shorts, lost and alone, tears in his eyes, in the middle of all these local people having fun and being merry, our eyes lock and my mind goes into a different realm, something is seriously wrong here...
I get up from my bar stool leaving the indian beauties alone, ignoring the disappointment in their eyes and walk over to this kid, not knowing why but the feeling of something bad upper most in my mind.
He looks up at me with his big brown eyes full with tears and point a bony finger down at a dark shape two meters down on the bottom of the pool, without a moment`s hestitation I jump in - forget about the nice clothes I was gonna wear on tonight`s plane to Amsterdam - .....the shape turns out to be his father and when I come up from the pool`s depth people are suddenly aware of was is happening, help to get the poor bastart out, I walk back to the bar, wed like as a fish, grin at the indian ladies and drink my ice-cold beer.
Twenty min. or so later the little family comes over to the bar, father still shaken, mother a few shades paler and the kid bearing a beaming smile, to thank me. Other people have already been ther to shake my hand and tell me what a big hero I am...
Strange end to my trip.....
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