It’s a nice windy day when I go for a swim in the sea.
Suddenly a lightweight, plastic air mattress blows past. I have to swim really fast to catch up with that thing.
When I finally get hold of it and swim back to shore with it, a little boy comes up to me, snatches the air mattress from my hand and says: “Give it over here, it’s mine.”
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of April 3, 2023