I was trapped in a boat again, for a whole night. On my way to the island i have come to tolerate -or even adore at times. It was not so bad. It felt incredibly romantic, taking pictures on the deck and listening to that song that i have written on a cd 30 times. But the wind was blowing, and the sea was wet, and i had to get inside eventually.

What do you talk about when trapped in a cabin with two girls, one Greek (22 years old) one Albanian (25 years old), for 11 hours? Sanitation. Food cravings. The boys, naturally. The baby of the Albanian girl. Well, she did bring the subject up but we were not eager. She therefore showed us some pictures, the baby was cute. But most of the time we talked about the boys. The Albanian is in love with her husband. She was not at first but he was nice and cute, and now she really loves him. The Greek girl is in love with her high school sweetheart. How nice, to travel with happy girls. The woman that entered our cabin in Limnos island wasn’t equally nice. All she did was to shout ‘turn off the lights will you?” and turn her back to us. She can’t have been in love.

(I have to say-I hate this particular boat. The crue are impolite. The cabin manager is a fascist. People smoke almost everywhere on the boat. And the food is terrrrrible. But, the deck is still romantic if you have the right song)