It's evening at the end of August. A small pool in the old three-star hotel on the seaside. Of course it's not on the first line, but there's a free breakfast (for some reason, you'll remember the taste of diluted lemonade from its menu for the next ten years, but you don't realize it yet) and a view from the room window to the rock thickly covered in ivy. You lie on your back in the cool water, watching the clouds slowly floating across the sunset sky like a fat fish. The only thing «swimming» with you is a lonely plane tree leaf. Loud voices in an unfamiliar language and a catchy 80s song you can't seem to remember the name of heard from the building of a cheap restaurant a little further down the street. It will be dark soon, and the water will become completely cold. You need to get out of the pool, but you decide to stay a few more minutes. If all of this could become music, it would be a mix by jaytea for 5/8: radio.
