The northerner arrived with the heat wave. She had fair skin, platinum blond hair, and the bluest eyes anyone had seen. Her name was a clash of consonants no one was able to pronounce, and she spoke the local language in a broken accent, having learnt from old cassettes. The place were she came from, she would explain, was covered in snow for almost half of the year, and she had gone south looking for sunshine and heat, tired of the frozen winters and the rainy summers of her homeland.
The town where she had decided to move was a small fishing one, where everyone knew each other, and the men passed long seasons on boats, and the women, the kids, and the elderly stayed in town, glancing hopefully at the sea waiting for the sails to return. Tourists hardly ever put their feet in there, it was a beautiful town, it was true, but it lacked the basic facilities. That was the main reason that had made the foreigner choose it. She bought a small house next to the sea, and spent a month remodeling it. Afterwards, she started working at the local grocery store to practice the local language.
Everyone was nice to the northerner, as they saw her getting sunburnt first, and tan afterwards. She adapted quickly to the daily routine and made fast friends with all the shopkeepers in town. So it came as a surprise when she decided to leave.
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