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Quepos, Costa Rica. It’s late in the evening and my friends and I are sitting in a strange bar, built inside an airplane. A cargo Fairchild C-123, to be precise, used to smuggle weapons in the Central America by the CIA during Reagan’s administration. We are sipping our cocktails while reading about the bar’s history, but, to be honest, we are waiting. For the night to come and for the adventure to begin. Earlier that day we met McKenzie, a US researcher who suggested us to meet him at the beach that night to admire a true natural sight. McKenzie is a handsome fellow in his early thirties, with an ascetic and heavenly appearance, long brown hair and crystal blue eyes. He almost looks like a prophet. He told us it should be a perfect night for a sighting. Warm, clear, without the moon. When finally the darkness arrives I’m euphoric, feverish, like a child on a Christmas morning. The meeting place is nearby, five minutes further away. We head to the seashore, the beach is enormous, silent, dark and deserted. The sound of the waves is the only one we can hear, the waves that are gliding our ankles to recede quickly on the sand. We are waiting our personal Jesus from Washington to show us the attraction of the night. We can’t see anything from the shore and we wait, impatient and a bit disappointed. Finally he makes his appearance, walking beside us without even seeing us. We greet him. ‘’ Ah! The Italians. You came! What are you doing here on the beach? Come on, dive in, you won't see anything from here!’’. Probably I don’t really need an invitation, anyway I take my dress off and I follow my personal white Rabbit in an ocean dark as the lair in which Alice tumbled down. Pitch dark like this moonless night. The deep water doesn’t scare me, nor the dark one. I’m following McKenzie far from the shore when some tiny lights appear around me. At the beginning are few and faint, just like an illusion, but every stroke brings with itself a flood of new ones. The ocean is vibrant of thousands of gleams and I do realize I’m swimming in a shoal of bioluminescent plankton. Every movement is immediately followed by a bright wake. I forget the shore behind me, so the reality around me. The sky and the sea have the same color, the one of a night without the Moon. The sky and the sea have the same light, thousands of tiny stars. I fear I will never be able to describe in words what I’m feeling. The emotion, the excitement, the euphoria. I lose the sense of reality, the perception of my body, I’m completely dissociated from my physical being. I’m finding myself wandering in the dark space, cloaked by the stars, the ones in the sky and the ones in the water. I’m incorporeal, I don’t have any shape or weight anymore. I’m just an entity suspended in the warm hug of the night, I’m just a little dot in a grand and magnificent Universe. I’ve never been so happy. I’m brought back to reality by my friends’ yells on the shore, I’m going too far away, they can’t see me. I’m brought back to reality but it’s like to be torn away from a waking dream. I wish I could keep on sleeping.