The Flood
The Flood Good morning sir Is this the port of La Paz? Asked the stranger. Good morning, gentleman, answered a man dressed as a marine officer. Yes, here is the port of our most serene Virgin of La Paz, or well, it used to be, because a year ago, after the Odile storm, nothing was left: the pier, the boats and the small farmhouses that were drawn from the beach and that they were lost by the edge of the town, they were all destroyed; some by the wind, others by the rise of the tide and the others by the flood of three days of incessant rain. People say that when it rained the most, a great whirlpool formed that rose from the sea, from beyond that arm of land that they call the Mogote. That whirlpool loaded with water and fish was coming. - Live fish ?, interrupted the stranger.- Alive and dead, big, huge fish, there are those who say that giant squid also came, monsters, those that are only heard in stories but are never seen. Right here where we were standing was the pier, the o