Without troubles we sail from Ostrand to Paldiski in Estonia. I am tired and had enough. On the quay I nearly dissapear in the mud and people are unfriendly and speak only russian. A walk ends on a highway with cars speeding by. The philipinos ask wheather they are going to eat him. Who, I ask. That swan, stuck between the quay and the vessel. If you kill him, I kill you, the engeneer yells. Problem solved.. the swan stays alive, at least for now.
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