At the beginning  of this project I wrote about an endless holiday around different countries, but during these trips my swimming addiction naturally dragged me to anything could be or look like a swimming pool.

And in these places where the water is unnaturally docile and a kind of landing point for that divers' suicidal soul,  I started to get close to that kind of people used to hanging out in those places. 

From public baths to natural pools, the way of getting close to the water becomes a short journey through narrow corridors, low tide and changing rooms, where you won’t get naked but you’ll conform yourself to another dimension that is neither ocean, nor rivers, but salvation and it controls and keeps safe our breath and movements in the act of swimming, which is really funny out the water and useless among the ocean currents.