Giulia walked toward the moving figures in the distance, feeling the scorching sun over her pale skin and the white sand, so soft and hot under her feets at each quick step. For a brief moment, her brown eyes looked at her left, seeing the lush forest, coconuts palms and tropical trees. On her right, the sea. Or was it the ocean? Starting from the slightest of turquoises of hues near the shore, to the deepest blue at the horizon. Squinting her eyes at the horizon, she spotted, from wave to wave, flashes of bright coloured pieces, certainly broken plates of the aircraft and its content.<br/><br/>As to shake the cursed thought of the plane crash from her mind, the curvy girl kept her eyes in front of her until, step by step, she started to notice the first features of the walking being, walking with open-wide arms, as if carrying something underneath them. In the final steps, Giulia ran toward the figure until she saw the lines of an asian woman. <<C-ciao...>> said the italian girl with an hinted wave of her hand, again, for what started to seem a cruel joke of the fate, she too spoke an uncomprensible grabbelot of words that flew right over Giulia's ears, that, instead kept looking at her. With a quick glance at the asian woman, she seemed friendly, and kind too... eyes do not lie but there was something almost surreal about the whole situation.<br/><br/>Giulia remained silent for a second << ...ma che...oh...saremo mica morti, vero? ...>> asked her in disbelief; A plane crash... only those four seemingly survived... everything else was gone and they, for what they knew, were lost somewhere on the planet... and still... she felt a strange lack of fear, grief, sadness, desperation, abandon. "...siamo tutti morti... oppure" The girl kept thinking to herself adjusting the thick frame of her glasses  "...oppure non ce ne siamo ancora resi conto..." The rational part of her brain awoke, and, reassured by the more comfortable thought of being still under shock rather than dead, she tried to smile back at the asian girl in front of her, also opening her arms wide and shrugged <<...non capisco...>>