The lost/found letter

….lately appeared again this need to write down about to this old bizarre story… as a mimesis of weaving a net. It was summer, July, and the weather was as usual hot and humid. The everyday routine was at its busiest; the days were the same, invariant, we started to feel boredom and a bit tired. Suddenly we noticed a strange mark at the horizon toward the sea. My companions told me to mention the incident to the authorities, but I suggested them to wait a bit because it was part of our responsibilities to remain calm and judge the situation with patience. In spite of the fact that I was anxious too (I believe I managed to hide it), they accepted the recommendation and we all waited to see what the approaching mark was.  Wood and ropes and a colourful sail heisted in an unorthodox way. When the raft was couple hundred metres away we all realised that… it was the Circus.