First Steps

I remember a one week fencing and sailing camp I took part in when I was a teenager. I enjoyed the fencing but it never inspired me deeply. The sailing on the other hand I remember clearly. It left a deep trauma I never quite got over. Sailing boats don’t have breaks, and that is probably my strongest memory, losing control, tipping the boat and running into things like shores and other boats. I also remember the feeling when the wind catches your sail and the boat glides, or rather slices through liquid. It is an experience similar to surfing. You render some of your control over to the elements and just go with the flow.
It is time to awaken something of the past.

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