Sailors painters resumed their work, this time on the other side of the tower at the back, sheltered from the wind. Not for long, because the spray coming ruin their efforts. I shoot with my digital camera, with silver as well. Closer to the water this morning, the show is still more impressive.
One of the sailors wonder whether he can transfer the photos on his laptop. I do not fall from the clouds, but almost, to discover that the maritime proletariat is as well equipped as me. Caught in the act of prejudice, as if every arm of the vessel were necessarily miserable. Jean-Luc told us about a previous trip between Montreal and Genoa, on a ship where sailors touched U.S. $ 160 per month for sixteen hours a day. Misery. But a picture that I immediately nodded so she enters my thought patterns. This however, is only part of reality. The reality of Eilbek, recorded in Hamburg and the German flag, is less ugly.
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