The afternoon was breezy and brought large clouds that I had never seen so low in all my life.
It seemed as if I could touch and shape them with my finger. This "touch-screen" sky had infected me since the first day of my vacation.
In Watamu the world seemed to stop at the seashore, and start living on the other side of the reef again. In the middle, between the shore and the high tide, a no man's land that actually seemed to me my freedom, the everyday life as I had always dreamed it.
From the second day, seeing also my companion get a tan and chase away the toxins of a grey and always the same life in a northern city, between stress and traffic and lack of a life for simple and honest people, I started to fantasize about a possible future in Kenya.
"We can sell the little house Aunt Marta left me, the car and rent our house, while we are lucky enough to own one". The reality is my house, but I wouldn't see myself starting a life elsewhere without my current partner, I think she is also the woman I would like to have a child with, so she was in my fantasies too. 
"Yes, all right," she says, "but what are we going to do about it? We're not going to be able to live this life all year round, maybe we can afford an hour a day, one day a week."
"That's fine with me. If you take me off the ring road, wake me up at 6.30 and pissed off people, I'll take any job. And then when it's sunny and this sky, I'll always wake up happy."
On the way there, a masai (or rather, a beach boy dressed as a masai, perhaps of distant Masai origins) passes by and greets us, as always smiling. He sits down with us and shows us his wares. I'm a bit sorry to see even in this paradise the "vù cumprà" as on the Adriatic coast, but you can't expect that in a place that besides being Africa is also tourist, there are not these habits. In short, after having refused him glasses, watches, ebony masks and knives, I take a bracelet with the colors, he says, of the Kenyan flag.
"This special bracelet, made by our grandmothers in masai mara. You have to make a wish now while you wear it and then hold it until you get off the plane in Italy, wish come true!"
I wonder who taught him this shit, I think to myself. There's a couple of guys from Cremona, next to us. My girlfriend has made friends with her, she's very nice and relaxed and you can't understand how she can be with such a dummy like him. "I'll have one too, then!" she says.
The masai is all happy, jumping around with his 1,000 shillings he's earned.
The bracelet comes with me on safari, and he enjoys waking up in the savannah which is one of the most touching things in Kenya, then we dance at a beach party in Malindi, finally, on the last day, we are on a boat for the day at sea on the islets, grilling fish in the middle of the ocean. It's there, snorkelling, I don't realize I've lost my bracelet. I invite other friends, including the Cremonese dummy, to look for it with the mask on. Nothing, swallowed up by the corals.
The cremonese, all happy, says to me: "you had to be careful... hey, I didn't go under...". You're really dumb, I would have said, so you missed the clownfish and reef show. Well, everyone has their own way.
In the evening, before returning to Italy, I'm malignant. Not that I believed a single word of the masai, but I had expressed the desire to return to live soon in this beautiful world, and I understand that it will remain only a dream, a dream left in the sea like that bracelet.
Luckily I sleep almost all the time on the plane, so I don't think about going back to cold Italy, with all the sorrows and the fast life that awaits me.
While we pick up our luggage, at Malpensa, I see the Cremonese idiot who takes off his bracelet, all happy.
"Ooooh, I couldn't take it anymore - he says to his lovely wife - the wish has come true, though!". I can't do it, I'm too curious, I have to go.
"Excuse me, Gianluigi, can I ask you what was your wish?".
"Sure, Marco! I asked to return to the plane without delay and without any problems of any kind. Wish come true! And you? What was the wish?"
I look at it with disappointment and compassion, I think about it for a second...
"The same thing you asked for... "The same thing you asked for. You see then that... Good things, huh?