pap
De bes en kuando, mi tin un imagen ku ta molestiá mi. Ki lo a pasa si riba e dia di Séptémber ei, miéntras mi tabata relahá na e playa di e Osean Indiko, mi lo a bisa mi yu muhé Nellie, "Si, bai dilanti, Landa te na ref." Of si e tambe a sigui mi ehèmpel i no por a landa bai bèk? Ki lo a pasa si mi tabatin ku biba sabiendo ku mi ehèmpel a resultá ku el a wòrdu halá den e koriente peligroso di laman, pa no bolbe mas.
eng
From time to time I have an image that haunts me. What if that September day, while relaxing on the beach of the Indian Ocean, I had said to my daughter Nellie, "Yes, go ahead. Swim out to the sandbar." Or if she too had followed my example and had been unable to swim back? What if I had to live life knowing that my example resulted in her being pulled by a riptide out to sea, never to return?