Day 36

Air / Water temperature: 24°C (19°C at night) / 22°C

Wind direction / Bft: Southeast / 2-3

Area: MAGNA INSULA (the sweet dissolves in the salty) – Nautical chart showing the route

Combuse: Sardines (200 g) fillet, scrape of sales and the upper layer of the skin with a knife. Cook fillets in some salted water for 2 minutes, take them out of the pan and let cool. Finely chop the meat, mix with 1 cup chopped coriander leaves, 100 g yogurt, zest of 1 lime, juice of ½ lime, salt, pepper and a few drops of Tabasco. Serve with bread and vegetable pieces. (More recipes from the Chief cook of «PS Narina»)

The movements of a paper boat are quite an art as far as it is concerned. It’s not only driven by wind and currents but also by its own shape – and by the behaviour of the passengers on board. Sometimes its movements are a bit wary or tentative -- goalless. At other times it performs a veritable dance on the water: it pirouettes, does run-ups, springs, hops, and gyrates in keeping with the rhythm of the music, the instructions of the choreographer.

The movements of a paper boat are the result of everything that happens to it at that moment – one can also look at it as the expression of the boat’s soul, or as its language. If you follow its movements closely you will notice that it seems to have many souls and to speak several different languages – depending on the mood and the landscape it’s in. I, too, have many souls; my body also speaks various languages – depending on my surroundings at that point in time, on the partner, on the assignment, or on the circle of friends. The boat is ruthlessly driven from one state of mind into another by currents and waterfalls, breakers and wind-streams. I have however mastered the technique of streamlining the different waters in my soul so as to make them appear like a river without rapids and cataracts and, by extension, to make my various souls appear as an integrated whole. Only, now and then there’s a calamity in my life: a separation, a pain, an anxiety, angst. At such times it’s plainly evident in my movements that there are other souls there, other dances demanding to be danced.

Why do I take such pains to streamline the waters of my soul? Is it about filling out a societal form to be somebody? Why don’t I concentrate more on paying serious attention to the calls or demands of my other souls, to spring quickly from one soul into another, to glide from one movement into another, to switch from one language to another? Isn’t there always the chance to see something a little differently, to do something somewhat differently – to formulate new answers to questions that repeat themselves? Better still: to become a new avatar that answers, or to answer as a new avatar. I am more than one, I am a multiple avatar – but I have little knowledge about the hidden operators that bring me from me to me.

I want to be nice, not clever, not brave and not funny – I want to be like a paper boat. I want to be governed by all that happens at that moment in time.

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