[About 8 a.m..]
When I ran on Monday, I noticed a pack of wild dogs appear from the camouflage, and therefore they looked like they appeared from nowhere. [Two of them,] a copper dog and copper and white dog, they looked like brothers, followed me out today, breaking step to chase a bird on the sea. All round frolicking. It’s nice to run with semi-wild animals. They gave up after a while. On the way back they were resting in the dunes. ‘Come on, knob-dogs’, I shouted, and up they sprang, running back to the village with me, sprinting after seagulls and splashing in the sea. The wild bunch – really – appeared out of nowhere again, but, this time, I saw: what a howling, decrepit bunch. My knob-dogs burnt them off, scaling the rocks through the litter, building site rubbish and scurrying crabs.
It’s about 10 to 8 now. The cleaners come at 11. I’m going to drink tea, listen to the ocean and read my book. Two more hours of peace until breakfast. Pack. Flight. Rat-race.
