They call me a refugee. The women with smiles remind me not to wade too deep, but I don’t listen. Water is safe. I hide under the surface, swim into the those long shadows and sink my toes in the muddy bottom where the river chokes thin and shallow.
What the women with smiles don’t understand is how little I care about danger. My mother once said, “Danger is what you can’t see,” but I must disagree. I’ve seen plenty, and it has scared me. Here in the river, the black water doesn’t allow me to see anything…and it is the safest place on earth.
Photo: Alba Soler