A garland of light bulbs blinks dimly in the rays of the setting sun. Chairs and tables with white tablecloths are placed on a wooden platform. Three young people string a garland of holiday flags over a terrace on the river bank. Others carry boxes of booze and dishes wrapped in plastic wrap. The terrace is bustling with pre-holiday preparations. Musicians and brides are greeted at the entrance by a white board with scribbles:
Reunion de amigos 2024
desde 16:00
Bienvenido!
“Wait a minute, you’re a whole hour late, aren’t you?” - one of the brides asks the musicians in surprise.
“Tiempo paraguayo,” the elder shrugs.
The guys chuckle and walk onto the platform, take out their instruments and slowly begin to tune up. The brides wearily sit down at one of the tables. Suddenly, fatigue and a feeling of a stolen holiday come over them. All day they ran to where their holiday would take place, but by chance they ended up where their white dresses already seemed pretty wrinkled and dirty in comparison with the snow-white tablecloths of someone else's holiday. Trying to stay away from the tables flapping their white wings, the girls sit on the steps of the terrace, facing the river and the sunset. Palm leaves rustle, playing with fancy shadows in the light of the festive garland.
- What do we do? Maybe it's time for us to go home?
- Look at the sunset, let's enjoy it.
- Let's go there!
- And what's in there?
- I don’t know, we’ll see!
- What if it’s dark?
Their gaze falls on the box of fireworks. The one who is bolder, with a conspiratorial look, takes out several sparklers and fountains from there.
A little doubting, the girls hold hands and run out onto the sand towards the sunset.
