The end of May. I stand at the water's edge and try to make out the dolphins that swam to the shore the day before, and now they are splashing near the buoys and do not want to come closer.

A light breeze caresses my face and hands, ruffles my hair and loose chiffon dress.

Mom, there they are! Out!

Eric convulsively bites into my hand and points with his finger at the horizon line.

- Are you sure?

- Yes! Yes!

I crane my neck, but the bright sun blinds my eyes so much that I can't see anything.

- Yes, there they are, mother!

One of the dolphins...