On A Sunny Sunday

On a Sunny Day, You can See Forever. The u-boat that cast anchor on the silky beach of Albufeira the crew was dressed in German world war two uniforms, bathers thought they were actors in a movie. The captain came ashore he wanted to call Lisbon, to his embassy, only the number didn’t exist anymore. He wanted to surrender, his crew hungry and tired. A kind barman gave the captain a cold beer, he drank it greedily and asked what year this was.2011. “My god” he exclaimed we have landed in a wrong century. He walked back to his u-boat, a neat man every bit a hero. The submarine, rusty, looking as it had been at the bottom of the sea for ages, hoisted anchor, sailed into the blue yonder.