The idea was simple: Go to see the sea.

We took the car, ended up on dust roads, in small man‑made tracks, all kind of beautiful birds flying before the hood in the middle of those perfectly aligned trees that were going to this imperceptible vanish point.

Then we drove, we drove, and ended up near the sea, at night.

We just kept on moving, improvising the next direction, then breathing.

That was a great day.