Is really weird to be back on board for just four weeks. Have previously had no time to be annoyed by the next climb. And now there is no time to take his own life on board with all the constraints and opportunities specific to the ship too much to heart, or even frustrated them to be. All that matters is the next descent.

And so it goes permanently beyond reality. Past Rome without more than the container from Civitavecchia to see. Past Cannes, where surely still be caviar remains on the table cloths of the street cafes of the exclusivity of an idea last week . Passing by Barcelona, ​​where, according to news reports just the police on people who want a piece of the future, swinging away . And passing ships, on which thousands of tourists , with whom I have nothing to do, run away from their own realities.

Norwegian Epic in Palma de Mallorca
ne Balcony Suite please!

Over. In particular, without actually being there. Over, more quickly. Without really be there. Over. Without a day trip, with no trips to the country. Without party visits to the deck. The first round made it. Have noticed without really, where were we all. In fact, the only degree of reality to which I commit myself at the moment, to live and work behind the scenes of the ship. Here I have with people to do not with sights, attractions and events. And then it has also something - because sometimes someone will say, labor can not make fun always comes to the alternatives.

Three weeks are enough, but even then.

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