Salane!

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When we plan a weekend, it is very difficult to fail because I never quit. Last Sunday we prepared everything to cross the ferryboat, have lunch at Jays and spend a lazy afternoon on the beach. Tempting, isn’t it? It never happened.

 

We arrived at the ferry one hour after leaving our place. A long line of vehicles was ahead of us. I had to step outside to count the cars and evaluate the situation: we had at least two hours of waiting before our turn!

 

Shall we stay? Shall we go? While we were deciding about it, I took our dog Thoth to a (rare) shadow inside a barraca (street bar) with a concrete floor. The lady owner was almost sleeping under the 40ºC of intense heat. When I asked her permission to step inside, she just spoke moving her lips and opening one eye. She said “yes”, even without looking very happy with the idea of a dog inside her territory. But I knew she wouldn’t do a thing about it just because it was too hot to bother.

 

A 16 years old boy offered his services and started to wash our car for a couple of coins, under the torment of the sun. We were still undecided about our next move. The ferry was coming and going, still the long line looked the same.

 

Meanwhile, the boy had finished the cleaning, received his well deserved coins and passed near the barraca where I stood with Thoth lying clued to the concrete floor. He spoke in changana: “Salane! A sonto ley taka net a minhimela swa ku muta hi tlhelo la sinihá mita ne hakelela a refresco.”

 

I looked at the barraca owner snoozing on a plastic white chair and ventured to ask: “Could you tell me what he just said?” She opened her only active eye and slowly moved her lips to explain: “He said goodbye (salane). He also said he will be here next Sunday waiting for you to come back from the other side and buy him a cool drink.” After translating, she added her own opinion: “He is right. With the number of cars that have been crossing all day long, you will sleep on the other side for sure!”

 

I thanked her and returned to the car. “Let’s go back home!” I said. Sometimes one has to know when to quit.

 

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