A bend in the river

The river was always close by

One needed only the wish for the water and it was there

The wonderful feeling of the flow

To swim against the current and still

to remain in the same spot

All moving and nothing moved

The hot dry weather and the fresh wet water

all in the same glimpse of space and time

A sort of eternity

Like in the Naipaul book

A turmoil of change and the same river though

The rule of law

I read those cholera days the Court of the Red Czar, a well documented and well written book about Stalin's rule. Confined as we were I wanted to shout "Not an inch of power to the Soviets" whatever  they might be called nowadays to the right or the left.

Out of limits, muelle del Kursaal