Good morning beings duplicated from interesellar molds, this is a special post, the forgotten one, that where I'll tell you about one of my first memories. It happened when I was 5 years old, about 1996. I don't remember very well how nor when we arrived, but that sensation of moisture in the air; that was the first time I met the sea. I think we stayed two days in that place, and with that place. I mean Cartagena's beach located in the Center Coast of Chile, Saint Antonio province. We stayed in a hostal,

I remember it very well because the showers were very cold, but anyway, the important thing was outside: the dark water, that cold air, that warm sand which squeezes your feet and makes you feel alive. I remember when I walked into the water, a little wave squashed me, it was funny. I also tried to make sand castles, and walk around with my mom, yeah!, cause I remember now I went with my mother, an aunt and two cousins, but I prefered to go for a walk wiht mom because these walkings were quiet, reflexive.

However, with my cousins everything became dynamic. Even photos with sailors and "Carabineros" I take, obtained thanks to my mischiefs. But the prettiest would come when we arrived to the San Antonio's pier, which was a little far away,a vey different place. First it had high and low tides,in this last the land was like little stones and the water very quiet. Here I remember ate a bull kelp just extracted from water.

The last thing I remeber from this trip, was the walk through the quiet streets. I peta horse of those "Carabineros" that patrol the streets. The eyes of the animal made me remember something... something that I don't know to this day... That sensation of feeling well...