junk dealer whose entire pride is the swimming pool he has just ordered and then there are the people who ve come here on their summer vacation. most women are called or modica they stand on the sandy paths between the summer houses in their bikini s degrees brushes their temples they squint in the sun and call to each other in hoarse voice their size rub against each other when they traipse through the gray yellow sand and high heeled glitter slippers and bare their flesh from garden gate to garden gate the wind blows dust always dust between their feet and turns toes and foot soles great. this summer and auntie paradise ends in tragedy but will that change anything or will everything keep going down the same sad old path for such a late book summer resort has a lot of weight to it now can you take the heat.