"It is just me.
I couldn't sleep." -
I persuaded G to take me to the sea.
Okay,  girl -  he said.
 He was always talking with me in the way as if l had been a baby.
I didn't like that.
The night was chilly and balmy.
We could see the distant lights on the Pier in the pitch black night,  
shivered and listened  the dashes of the waves. 
The sea was magic at night.
As l was walking barefoot on the smooth sand.
I suddenly felt a trawl under my sole. It was unexpected. 
The strong material cut into my skin of my foot so hard that l stumbled against it.
I fell onto the ground and  felt the sharp trawl tightly screwing around my toes.
It was only less than a second.
But in that very moment all of  the creatures in the world's seas flooded
 into my mind encroaching into my soul and inside of my own flesh 
l felt all of the pains of the many many  innocent entities 
who have ever died in those trawls. The touch of the trawl...
The feeling was eerie and ancient at the same time.
Dolphins, prawns, jelly fish, tunas, mackerels and others.
I felt their pain inside me so harshly as if l had been in their place.
I felt their torment and l saw them inside me.
They wanted to escape.
At that moment all sea-creatures swarmed into my mind, 
into my soul at once, in swollen clusters,
forcing me to think of the sea foods on the shelves of the supermarkets, 
in several delicious sauces, in nicely decorated tins, 
what l myself also would buy 
with much pleasure for a cool supper  with a glass of white wine till then...
But in that moment l thought l could never buy any of those
 spoiling items anymore. I felt deep sadness and l am sure 
l won't forget the “touch of the trawl” feeling 
for a good while in my life...
Beside this the ocean was really marvellous. A wonder.
I was walking along and watching the millions of changeable colours,
 those, what the darkness allowed  me to see
 and the shapes of the waves as they have been undulating 
with the same wheezing since the thousands of the years.
I was carefully listening the waves...
there was other after another in every new  seconds, 
yet there have never been the same, it was fantastic and fascinating.
I thought of the sounds of those wonderful birds
 as they are drifting high above the town circling above the colorful roofs, 
swimming across the sea in the air in a chaos
but nevertheless in a perfect order....don't move even their wings 
which are so white, neat and bright as if it even weren't true.
I could hear their strong voices in my ear as they are shrieking, 
and l thought,  this is all only mine now.
 I can't share it with anybody.
The photos show nothing about it.
And if you ask me: “What was the sea like?” - 
l will probably answer you very politely 
something like this: “Oh, yes, it was very nice. We have had a wonderful time.
Thank you for your asking.”
And you won't know anything about my experiences.
About my real experiences...
All you will get is some faded photo and some uncertain muttering 
about the sleepy whisperings of the undulating North Sea...
And about the dreams...
...which are never die.