Bored of Borders

The alarm goes off and I wake up for my shift. It is 2:00 in the night. I get out of the cabin. I slowly stand up on the 40x80cm area behind the door and clench my fist around the handle. The boat is being thrown to all sides and I try to balance it feeling as a matador on a raging bull. The moon has taken a holiday and the night is pitch black. The wind is howling and I hear a new wave being born somewhere above me. I don’t see it, but I know that the wave will not live long. With a hissing sound the wave crushes down and covers our boat from one end to the other with a white blanket. This way the wave gives a part of its strength to me. I bid it farewell cheering and dripping.

(Drawing by Miks Leismanis)

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