Fiji, 1993 - On nature
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I was walking, in
I had landed just hours before.
Fiji is a country where life begins very early in the morning, as if one should not ever miss the moment which does not last long enough, when the light appears, clear and humid, before the sunrays emerge that will burn so intensely the ground. I realised too late that I had forgotten my sunscreen... When the pink light of dawn had slowly appeared under the wing of the plane, the dark shapes of the clouds were like columns of steam going up in the sky, these islets still obscure stones, far under the plane.
The plane, while descending, was going down towards the mountains of the island whose dark green was appearing more intensely under the rising light, appearing somehow threatening. The first person to land here must have seen the same green mountains advancing slowly towards him. Now, the sun was now shining and a slim line of clouds was confined on the horizon, the sea made green by the vertical light. I breathed deeply.
From early morning, the island becomes extreme and motionless.
In the bank office, a curious thing awaited me: behind the dark wooden counter, a woman looked at me attentively. She had dark eyes, a fine face. She made a slight smile. It was my first smile in
Warm air is coming through the open window. Diffuse noises, dog barking, strange rhythm, loud radio, thick odor of curry, all like a small music, coming from very far, an enchantment from a low building and its polite and motionless inhabitants.
In the evening, when the dense rain dense pours around my place, I hear through the open window the clear noise of the drops of water, quite close, as in me. The music I listen to appears seems to come from far away. I fall asleep filled with the world which surrounds me.
In the morning, I look through the window to discover a night in which the sun already appears. The small wooden house is brilliant with rain and the solitary palm tree is agitated by the hot and wet wind. On its side, the road descends towards the grey and quiet mass of the sea.