The Girl who Delivered Bread
by Peter Svetina
In Donostia there lived a boy who everyone called Jan Littlecross. When he still lived with his grandmother, she went with him to see the waves that approached the city from the open sea. These weren't little waves, foamy curls. No, they were waves that reached a height of three, four, five, sometimes even eight meters, and broke against the sand of the shore, in front of the city.