Lying on his stomach, I blinked down to the sea on the small sand dune, and I noticed a young woman who had a gaunt, emaciated, but very toned body. The young mother cared especially for the youngest of her four children. Now and then jumped in my limited frame as a little man with a thick diaper package at the hands of the mother from the water into the air. I watched it, like jumping from fishing or fly the gulls.
After a few hours we packed up, and the children ran bravely forth in their white dresses beach behind the nut.
A few minutes later, this peaceful formation abruptly changed. The mother came to the little boy in her arms, the other children behind their continually return to the beach. Sweat ran down her face. She asked with an American accent, "Excuse me has anyone seen a black wallet? I was just at the grocery store, and she was no longer in my backpack. "
