It's history repeating itself.
The sun rises, the sun sets in the West, the story of the pink kite...
Saturday, 5 am - the pink kite explodes, the whole day reparieren, Sunday, 3am same story.
I really need to thank my phantastic crew at this point, Franziska, for cooking thrice a day afullmeal without yet a single repetition. She fixes, sews and mendes everything and is always there in case of emergency or moral support of any kind.
Sven and Stefan for making the impossible possible. We have a greatturn-take system for our nightly shifts and whenever more than one person is needed everybody will appear within seconds on deck and help out.
The next couple of days will remain exiting.
Peter
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