Pink Water's stories

What is happening behind the horizon? I have been on holiday for two weeks, and I forgot everything!

Chapter 1

Man: I love you.
Woman: Do you?
Man: I’d die to spend one night by your side.
Woman: I want to sleep alone. Get out.
Man: …
Woman: I said - GET. OUT.

Past is past. Past is past. Past is past. Past is past.

Chapter 2

The French invented sociology and nudism.

Chapter 3

Nudism was born in the 6Os on the Côte d’Azur. Maybe it is linked to the invention of sociology – a century later, the French realised they were a nation of boring intellectuals, and needed to get themselves a more funky reputation. In the 70s, the authorities decided it was illegal (an action taken after too much thinking probably). Puis l'eau a coulé sous les ponts... Today, they have their own beaches. In some places like in the South East of France, they even have their own villages. They go to the supermarket dressed with a pair of flip-flops, walk down the streets with sunglasses too big for their nose, play ping-pong, cook, watch the sun set completely naked. I suppose this is kind of cool. But today when, after a long walk in the dunes, we ended up on a nudist beach, I couldn’t help feeling embarrassed for being a spectator of what I think is the other's intimacy. Also, I couldn’t help thinking “How can nudity be so un-sensual?”. Cold flesh flattened on the sand, walking around but never moving.

I wonder if they get dressed when they make love.


Chapter 4

The way people spread on the beach deserves some thinking. A sociological study on the clothes they wear according to their social and cultural background. The kind of noise they make – laugh, shout, talk loud, whisper talk, don’t make noise. The position – who are those who settle close to the rocks and those who stay right under the trendy bar. And what they eat. And what category of people will bother getting rid off the sand when leaving the beach. I’m sure you’ll learn a lot from your friends if you were going to the beach with them. You’ll learn about yourself. This year, I realised I was the most impatient woman on earth.

“Ok, I read my book, I swam, I played in the water. No, I don’t want to build a castle in the sand. Let’s get out of here shall we?”.

I reckon people think much more than I do. What else could they be doing when getting tanned?

Chapter 5

Talking about thinking...

Surfers are nothing without their boards. Even when there are no waves, they bring it to the beach, wash it under the shower, before and after… not using it. They look at the sea and count the waves. It goes like that:

“One… two… three… four… Ok, one series of four, then again – one… two… three… four.
Every fifteen seconds there’s a wave. Four waves per series. There are small waves, about 50cm high. So, the sea isn’t surfable today.”

Well, I didn’t need to sit and count to know that. Even for me, miserable surf ignorant, the sea is bathably boring.