Lightning stuck and rain poured in the late hours of a Barcelona night. A father and son cowered in their car by the shore side. They waited for the rain to die so they could make their way to the nearest train station and head back to a grubby little hostel were they would meet blistering heats and beds like a gravel road. As time ticked on they got more and more impatient so they decided to go for a swim to cool of. In a bag they packed a towel, the car keys, a brand new music system and finally the father’s glasses.
Down to the beach they went to leave their shirts and then make a small trip to a beautifully warm sea where the dark sky magnified the city lights. This was truly a city that never sleeps because the roads were as busy as any road in the day. Police and civilians were as active as ever accept for a strange young man, who seemed more at home in the shadows then a fish seemed in water, he had been watching the pair since they had stepped foot on the beach. He waited for the time when both of their backs were turned and then moved like a silent cat towards their unguarded bag.
He dived on the bag and walked off as casually as if he owned the beach. Never would anyone have suspected this man was a thief. Not even the hundreds patrolling police around the vast Spanish city. For a few more blissful minutes the pair relaxed in the warm Mediterranean Sea. But as soon as the pair got out they felt there hearts sink. They needed the car keys to get into the car and they could not head back to the hostel because they had no money out of there car. So they stood there in swimming shorts topless not knowing what to do. So they went back to examine their car.
They could see enough money scattered around to get back but they could not get to it. They did not speak a word of Spanish. And their options seemed to be running out. The father started to examine a small window towards the back. This small pane was with arms reach of the lock for that door. So without warning the farther picked up a large nearby stone and started to break there luckily alarm less car. However this small pain was very strong and even with about five knocks it still stood strong but now it was too late and the damage was done.
A police officer had seen them and the stone and she was running full pace at us shouting violently in Spanish. She was quite small yet fast. She was heading at the bewildered pair at incredible speeds. She seemed slightly too protected and armed for a touristic place like this. The farther dropped the stone and the son just croaked in disbelief. Without warning they were facing the car with an angry Spaniard shouting at them and waiting for a police car to turn up. The tension now had raised, the English speaking pair stuck out of there car as yet the Spaniard just thinking they were thieves.
Hours seemed to drag by and the pair felt the pressure drop. They were stuck in a strange country with no money, not speaking the language and wearing nothing but swimming shorts and to top it all off the farther could not see due to his glasses being stolen. The warm night however calmed them down. The light breeze blew round there necks as the stars shined like floating oil-lamps suspended by the slight hope left for the pair. Hustle from nearby restraints and the road seemed to block out all unhappy noises from the city.