unbeknowst to me, a judge in a little town in the middle of a large German region nobody ever herad of, wihch I moved to, would sail approximately every two weeks on his own boat, a skill he learned as a child growing up in South America. and, during his longest sailing trip, gave birth to this little work. to me, this was a light. a light and a stove, that helped me prevail during what i would call the coldest winter of my life - and i was born in the Carpathian Mountains. it is a story full of witty anecdotes and of a sportful pace, like a high percentage chocolate bar you better eat very economically.
