{
  "id": 7079041,
  "title": "El agua de mar de aquel día",
  "url": "https://urgent.news/2026/09/13/el-agua-de-mar-de-aquel-dia",
  "topic": "world",
  "section": "World",
  "published": "2026-09-13T03:30:01.000Z",
  "source": {
    "name": "El Pais",
    "slug": "el-pais",
    "url": "https://elpais.com/opinion/2026-09-13/el-agua-de-mar-de-aquel-dia.html"
  },
  "original_language": "es",
  "account": "We always remembered that day as one of the happiest days of that summer. It was three years ago. We went fishing, sailing, swimming in the open sea. Héctor, the ship's captain, the poet Tono Fornes, and my son Mauri were with us. The adjectives to describe that day had already been created by Homer. There was the pink-colored dawn, the radiant sun, the gentle breeze, the calm sea, a temperature of 24 degrees; fish bait, bonito roe, and bitter olives in the dishes; our healthy bodies were still full of joy; the flight of seagulls signaled a shoal of tuna; none of the crew members had a bad dream that night, nor did they expect anything in the future but to catch the day and have a good time. With the engine off, silence prevailed. No one talked about anything other than the pleasant sound of waves against the bow, no one tried to interrupt the harmony of the moment when only the wind in the sails and a song by Melina Mercouri could be heard. We rose steadily until a silhouette of the stern of the Nao appeared on the bridge. Dolphins appeared. When the time came, with such transparent water that the bottom could be seen at about 70 fathoms, we lowered the boat and plunged into the water. Nothing out of this world. Just a happy day we always remembered. It was three years ago. Héctor had the idea to keep as a memory a bottle of the sea water from that blue sea where we had swam. Fate then intervened. A family tragedy shook my life, and Tono, the poet friend, also died. Héctor had preserved the sea water from that day and waited until this summer to give it to me in a hermetically sealed steel container. I have placed it on the shelf among my favorite books. That container of sea water contains all the oceans, all philosophies, all moments of a happy past.",
  "summary": "Cuando salimos a navegar, nadie hablaba de nada que no fuera tan agradable como el sonido de las olas contra la proa",
  "key_points": [],
  "editors_take": null,
  "illustration": null,
  "coverage": {
    "outlets": 1,
    "also_reported_by": []
  },
  "ai_generated": true,
  "disclaimer": "Summaries, key points and the editor’s take are written by software from other outlets’ reporting and may contain errors — always check the linked original."
}