Still barefoot and with his trousers still rolled up, he is now on top of a cone-shaped limestone rock hill, just a few metres in height, and overlooking the popular beach area. His feet, hands and even parts of his face and clothes are covered in what looks like white, mushy chalk, singular to the area.
‘I want to stay here forever,’ he thought.
He then drops down on his knees, puts his head in his hands; and then raising his head again and facing the vast plain of sea, rocks and cliffs while letting his hands rest on his knees, he lets out a shout mixed with feelings of relief, pent-up anger and a sudden sense of elation as he feels on top of the world.
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