When the beer gets warm

by Maria Gracia Echenique (Chile)

Making a local connection Indonesia

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I didn't know how I would feel coming back to the place were we met. But here I am driving through Lombok, on my way to Mawun beach were we would stay all day catching waves. I just need to visit one more time and then I can forget you. Speed. Wind in my face, bikini and a towel. And a supercold Bintang. Green and untouched scenery as I remembered, locals in the rice fields smiling. Kids with their uniform wave at me. I arrive to Mawun and the kids try to sell me bracelets, but I got no money. They come with me into the water and suddenly it's sunset time and we are still playing. Out, I say goodbye. They give me bracelets as a gift. Bintang is not cold anymore, and I already forgot you.