we as water

On some summer days, we met at the Finkenwerder marina. The current was gentle and the river was very calm. We climbed onto the mooring dolphins and jumped into thewater. My body plunged into the depths without realising what was inside of it. The higher we jumped, the greater the fear of touching the bottom. When the water receded back into the sea, you could see its muddy floor: the traces left by the current, the holes a bunch of shoes, cinder blocks. 

We swam to the bunkers on the other side of the harbour basin. We climbed up onto them. Bushes grew between the concrete cracks that smelled of salt and silt. It felt like being on a deserted island.