‘Mecanoscrit del segon origen’:
Alba, a fourteen year old girl, virgin and brunette, was coming back from her house’s orchard with a basket full of ‘coll de dama‘ black figs when she stopped to scold two boys for beating another boy, pushing him towards the weir. She said:
“What did he do?”
And they answered, “We don’t want him with us because he’s black.”
“And what happens if he drowns?”
And they shrugged their shoulders, because they were two boys, grown in a ruthless environment, full of prejudices.
And then, when Alba had already left the basket to plunge into the water without removing her clothes, since she was only wearing shorts and a blouse on her skin, the sky and the earth began to vibrate with a kind of deaf trepidation that was accentuating, and one of the boys who had raised his head said:
“Look!”
All three saw an apparatus forming and approaching from the distance, and there were so many that covered the horizon. The other boy said:
“They’re flying saucers, man!”
And Alba looked still for a moment at the strange flat oval objects that advanced hastily towards the town, while the earth and the air trembled and the noise grew, but she thought back to her neighbour Margarita’s boy, Dídac, who had disappeared into the depths of the weir, and she dived into the water, behind the boys, who had completely forgotten about what they were doing, and who now said:
“Look at them shine! They look like fire!”