Day 3
- "Tonight it's najs to be a sailor," a deck-hand once said. The year was
1974, we were sitting on the poop deck of the Swedish Orient Line's m/s Trane Country.
We had no air conditioning on board so the poop was a popular gathering place after dinner.
It was a wonderful evening with the moon lighting up
the sea, we were on our way to Piraeus in Greece. The sea was kindly
and gave us a slight cool breeze.
Last night I thought about that sentence. I rediscovered the feeling
and it was very najs to be a sailor.
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