The Mysterious Treasure Of Rome. Juan Moisés De La Serna

there were still a few days before the official opening. Anyway, then it would always be full, especially with those big boys who seemed to love to have the pool all for themselves.

      I was still watching all over, trying to figure out which will be the shallower side where we had been last year, when I saw my sister suddenly plunging herself in, doing the bomb, as she had seen me do so many times, but after she went in, she did not come out.

      I stared intently at the bottom of the pool how it went back to its static calm, until there was not a single wave caused by the plunging of my sister, but she still did not come out of the bottom.

      I put my head into the water and did something my mother had forbidden me to do, open my eyes under the water, to see if I could find her, because she did not pop up. Until finally, someone behind me jumped in, moving again that huge mass of water, separating it when coming in, and then pulling my sister out of in his arms.

      Coming out of the water, he handed her for me to take her, while he left. For his clothes, he was a soldier, quite young, and wet from head to toe.

      He had had no time to take off any clothing before diving into the water, and even his shoes were dripping.

      My sister lay motionless in my arms, with her white face, breathless, all wet. All I did was look at her not knowing what to do or what to say. I waited for her to react and to get up, wishing that was just a joke that she was playing on me and nothing else, but she did not react.

      I barely understood what was going on, I only knew that something was not right. I called her over and over, but she looked asleep and did not answer. That was all I could do before the young man who had thrown himself into the pool snatched her from my hands, slowly depositing her on the next lawn and started pressing her chest saying,