The days and nights were l
ong, all seemed so lifeless. The waves were crashing at the boat, the cries from below the deck, all that painful monotony had saturated my whole body. There was no escape, it was the shocking reality that was so difficult to process, I felt like a captive on the Baltic Sea. The dark sea had swallowed the horizon. Out of nowhere a sea-gull would fly close to the boat, looking for food. Slowly the vessel kept moving to no particular destination, as long as it kept moving. In the far distance, many boats lit up like bonfire and disappeared. In my mind, I could hear the cries of the people being swallowed by the sea. The weather changed, the wind raged around our boat. To survive and keep up the spirit, I closed my eyes, held on to my little stone and tried to remember my happy days and the last pieces that I played on my piano before the flames devoured my childhood home. I dozed off.
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