The sea was mounting on the bow, the crests of the waves were torn by the winds. If he had been afraid I would have had more 'of him, but until' was at the bar and decided the trip was not afraid. I had no experience of squalls, I did not know the degrees of danger and of course there were much worse. Built in the impact of the sea, the tears of the pail in the back without knowing how much force the boat kept in reserve to hold. I was with the best people in the trade, their slopes, in one of their nights.
(Erri De Luca, You, my )
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