by Irina Bernebring Journiette
The heat is killing me–but it’s that lovely death that you just can’t complain about. Instead I escape from the heat by spending time in the pool, holding my breath under water, counting each fleeing second of life. I like it here, my existence is meditative. When I re-surface I can breath in and out determined. I try to think of nothing else then just being and just being here.