Strange shores today. Docked and met the letters
Mostly by accident. Sailing past the correct bridge and such. They were squatting at one of two last squats (not counting the dead and as recounted by Sailor) ž said that the infopunkt was a misunderstanding. š was v nice and told us about the history of his people and the reduction of language to symbols and vice versa.
It had once been a bike factory but now had two bike kitchens. š offered us some handbrake goulash a national delicacy but we refused on account of not wanting to lose momentum (+ had late breakfast.) With wind in our sails we attempted to enter the main building but were slowed down by a sudden gust of German skaters (Sailor pointed out on account of the tüten) and ultimately anchored by a large c.
Do not confuse c with c it is tempting but don’t do it.
There are many letters I consider friends and some pirates. Let us see we are still strange strangers we have good feelings tho and time will tell.
p.s. time is a mollusc of which there are many. It takes a dilligent Sailor to scrape them all off the sihip. Reporting to swashbuckling duties in the past and present.