Should You Clean Your Surfboard

Nothing to do, nothing to do or to talk.
One boring summer afternoon at the home of his grandparents started looking for old photos in a darkened room, in addition to photos, found a brother.



For a moment his body was frozen, but his mind began to fly to be able to unearth a reminder that the time had buried, and words echoed in his head that seemed to have been uttered only a minutes before but so far always believed they were part of a dream.

counted only five years old and never cared about the past or the future, their only purpose in life was simple, was to be happy.

At that moment, when his mother told him that the child who lived with her grandparents was not her cousin but her brother did not even understand the meaning of those words, but thirteen years later that same message hit him hard and felt a brutal forehand really surprised a tear over those roles, and felt more alone than ever.

There was never lies, but not true, and felt powerless and ridiculous to ignore a reality that unless she and her sister, they all knew, and understood, finally understood;

hardness character of his mother, the hostility of his brother during each summer to visit his grandparents. The hatred in his eyes ... knew everything, even sometimes time is the only one capable of absorbing a pain that comes hate, and whose cause is alien to both.

itself felt as the pain of a brother who does not recognize you, abandonment and the distance of a mother, and made that perennial question: why.
guessed that the answer was contained in a number: fourteen, he was only fourteen, and was alone.

Never was able to formulate any question aloud, and as the years passed fourteen felt that would be the only answer would be. Now, ten years later, questions still accumulate.