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Sun at the End of the World. A story by Matthías Johannessen.
The white butterfly with the black shadow fluttered between the yellow flowers. They were like islands of sunshine in size, but the big fools on the sidewalk were as tall as a man. They reminded the father and mother of Alice in Wonderland. And there was much in their surroundings that was more like Wonderland than cold reality. A large palm tree in the center of Carvoeiro that was used as a restaurant, lit up at night, and under its long hanging leaves the tanned guests sat and drank light wine. White and red wines. "Because the sun set the berries on fire," said the boy. It also sets the sky on fire. The parade in Albufeira with a statue of the Virgin Mary and large crosses. And everyone entered the church with the black cross. Little girls in white dresses with white wreaths around their heads and white angel wings on their backs. "Look," said the boy, "the police are taking off for the Virgin Mary." A woman with a bag on her head holding large bags, one in each hand, Probably a country woman, she said. The kids with at least colored balloons. And a dog in all the colors of the rainbow. "Look, how cute he is," she said. "Little," said the boy. "Small and ugly," he said. "No, beautiful." "With an old face," he said. "It's an old man." "No, it's a puppy." "Well," said the boy's father, forgetting about the dog because there was so much else to see in the old town of Faro. "I'm going to buy a dog like that when I grow up," said the boy, pointing to a red-brown setter with floppy ears. "He's so beautiful. And he's not old." "Yes, this is a beautiful dog," said his mother. "Here were the serks," said his father. "Huh?" said the boy. "The moors," his mother emphasized. "Yes, this is where they built their houses," he said. "And this is their fortress wall. Many houses collapsed here in the earthquakes of 1755." "Was there an earthquake?" the boy said hesitantly. "It's been a long time," she said.
The white butterfly with the black shadow fluttered between the yellow flowers. They were like islands of sunshine in size, but the big fools on the sidewalk were as tall as a man. They reminded the father and mother of Alice in Wonderland. And there was much in their surroundings that was more like Wonderland than cold reality. A large palm tree in the center of Carvoeiro that was used as a restaurant, lit up at night, and under its long hanging leaves the tanned guests sat and drank light wine. White and red wines. "Because the sun set the berries on fire," said the boy. It also sets the sky on fire. The parade in Albufeira with a statue of the Virgin Mary and large crosses. And everyone entered the church with the black cross. Little girls in white dresses with white wreaths around their heads and white angel wings on their backs. "Look," said the boy, "the police are taking off for the Virgin Mary." A woman with a bag on her head holding large bags, one in each hand, Probably a country woman, she said. The kids with at least colored balloons. And a dog in all the colors of the rainbow. "Look, how cute he is," she said. "Little," said the boy. "Small and ugly," he said. "No, beautiful." "With an old face," he said. "It's an old man." "No, it's a puppy." "Well," said the boy's father, forgetting about the dog because there was so much else to see in the old town of Faro. "I'm going to buy a dog like that when I grow up," said the boy, pointing to a red-brown setter with floppy ears. "He's so beautiful. And he's not old." "Yes, this is a beautiful dog," said his mother. "Here were the serks," said his father. "Huh?" said the boy. "The moors," his mother emphasized. "Yes, this is where they built their houses," he said. "And this is their fortress wall. Many houses collapsed here in the earthquakes of 1755." "Was there an earthquake?" the boy said hesitantly. "It's been a long time," she said.