It’s a hot noon at the middle of the summer. The adults are resting in the shadow or in the depth of their rooms.
A child though can’t relax. As he thinks that the world is usually unfair. Because he recently saw the refugees children that have lived the war and not having food or toys and much more than this, no future.
The child doesn’t know and he doesn’t want to know who is responsible for the word’s inhumanities. He knows that it’s all our fault.
And as his thought seems to stop, a tear drops from his right eye and he desides to sneak into the sea and get into it’s body.
As he believes that the sea can give at least a temporary solution.
And he does that. With no hesitation. And with no sun protection. The child knows that the sun loves him.
Wearing the bath suit that his grandpa bought to him with his saving money, dives into the body of the blue sea.
And then he feels the sea kissing him with it’s watering lips.
It’s that moment, where his dive starts, that the child understands that when the day of the universal kiss arrives, life will start from the beginning.
And then the happiness will be forever. Because the “forever” is the look of the children.