Outcast

Costa Rica (outcast) When going ashore in Puerto Lemon (Costa Rica) we had to walk through a park were the town’s people sat or walked enjoying the evening breeze. They didn’t like us, we’re uncouth seamen up to no good. We felt their odium and it made us noisier that we otherwise would have been. We were on our way to the seedy part of town where we were welcomed because we had money. One evening I sat in the park enjoying the peace and sea breeze… after some time I was approached by a police officer who told me to move on, he never said way, but the good people felt offended. As I left I was filled with sadness and I had only one place to go. Late at night when the good people had gone home the park was a whore house, just raucous noise and the sea breeze had died.