Dick passed away.
He was 14. As a real sailor he went away in a stormy day, leaving us orphans. He had been with us everywhere in the world, from Tunisia to Norway, thru England, Ireland, Orkneys, Shetland, from Maroco to Africa, crossing the Atlantic, the Pacific….sharing our life, day and night, at sea, at anchor or in the port. In ten years he will sail more than 46 000 nautical miles, never afraid, always waiting for dolfins, agreing with our tramping life. He has always been the star, in the arms of the guinean childs as in the ones of the cunas women. As Fancesca Ivaldi , who took very well care of him in Grenada said : “ though he was small, he filled everyone’s heart”
We will miss him terribly, with him it’s a quarter of the crew who disapears.
We have buried his ashes in indian territory, beneath a small pine, the deers and all the other dwellers of the forest will be his companions.
Bye Dick
