PORTRAIT OF A SHIP
I was the only passenger on the cargo ship. 24 crew members and me, the only woman. It took 13 days to cross the Atlantic, 16 to touch earth again. With contracts of 4 months for the officers and 9 months for the rest of the crew, the ship becomes a floating island, a tiny nation, a moving, temporary home where time has to be constantly re-set, where running is possible only on the treadmill, where, apart of the rare visit of a bird or the sight of dolphins, the only other breathing presence is one or some of the other mates.