There was a girl who could swim for hours without getting tired, who could talk to fish, who felt more alive in water than on the ground. She was a fish, so curious of the people watching from outside of the water that she became a girl, but every day she needed to plunge into the water, to bathe and drink it until she felt strong enough to withstand another day outside. She did not feel the coldness of winter water but it would take a while for her to become warm again when she came out. On a misty night she went to swim in the thermal pool in Campo Vignoni and she restored herself but felt alone with no fish in the pool and the hot water tired her quickly. She swam nonetheless, to restore and to feel alive again, until she found a stream of cold water and followed it. She swam and swam and the water became colder and lighter, faster and faster for the cold water opposed less resistance, until she saw a fish next to her, then another, then hundreds, shoals and schools of them around her, all moving with the current, towards a point, Julia said, that we will describe tomorrow. Good night little fish.