Friday Evening

I miss Michael, Amelie and Alex. I haven’t seen them in years, I’m not even sure they haven’t left to Germany for good already.

Michael (that’s pronounced michiel, not maɪkəl) is a bit over 6ft tall, blond, tanned and smokes red Marlboros, he makes underwater movies of all sorts of sea creatures. He’s my diving instructor. Amelie’s his girlfriend, she’s an instructor as well. Alex has the most charming smile, we went on a couple of dives together.

Michael used to hum when we’re diving, I picked up that habit. I lost my dive log book once, he made me a new one. When I got back to Jeddah weeks later I found the old one. Now I can’t find either.