Normally, the mornings are fresh, but this time it was very pleasant and there was hardly any wind. Some people get nervous from the inactivity and do small circles with their hips or shoulders just as much as possible when laziness makes them weak.
My note is still there, and people have gotten used to it, light-hearted piling up bread and adding other stuff to decorate their plates.
It’s this ignorance that shows me that we definitely don’t stand a chance in the fight against climate change. Many don’t care, and too many of those who at least know about it find excuses or “explanations” and fail to see that the problem only exists because the choices each of us makes cause the misery. The better we live, the greater our influence (and usually negative).
Of course, structures also influence our options:
On the ferry, waste separation is impossible; you get plastic cups for everything, and people take two inserted into each other because the plastic is so flimsy you can hardly grasp it. The kitchen workers use stacks of paper tissues to pre-clean the plates, as reusable cloth rags haven’t been invented yet. Of course, they don’t use the stacks people want to throw away, so they throw them away and use new ones for cleaning
In the afternoon I had finished the dream of my grandfather, so the ferry can dock!
Over the course of these days, some social interactions could be observed, initially along the lines of languages, but slowly also across languages. For example, a Russian- and German-speaking man translated information given by an Azerbaijani man to the Swiss cycling couple. They face the same problem as me: Entry into Azerbaijan is only possible by plane (or by truck). And you can get this or that information about finding ways like contacting this ministry or that embassy.
But in general, conversation is limited by massive language barriers, and for all Eastern European countries and beyond, some knowledge of Russian would be great.
At least you sensed the strong desire to make contact.
The Japanese man “broomed” himself in a special position, everyone wanted to get in contact! I think he created a new blend of love of order and golf practice, held together by Zen Buddhism.
Walter, the motorcyclist, took a few photos of passengers, which I can also share here.
