Another ferry is bringing in strangers
and we shall await them while we stand on the quay
not looking at them directly, but from a corner.
They are new here, what do they know to expect,
the Germans, the campers, the schoolchildren.
One by one disembarking now,
look how they fear us,
and with good reason
as we are the locals,
we know where the shops are,
but we won’t tell them.
We shall point them into wrong directions
and we shall make it rain all their holiday long.