Uri's letter to Carla

C,

After days following the West coast of Africa, we passed Cape Agulhas and have been sailing through the Indian Ocean since then. Our world is so immense. Difficult to grasp why we all live and fight over such minute parcels of land and thoughts.

Should I be stuck in a time warp, that's where I'd chose to be. Sitting on a deck, writing to the roaring sound of diesel engines, endlessly looking over at the horizon, picking up words from the wind.

Sometimes I think of you, whether you really existed of if you were just another thought. I have no pictures of you, just images of your eyes, staring into mine.

U