It’s 10 a.m. and we’re sitting under the blue sky on board of Donchi’s yacht. There is a small table, and he has prepared a seafood meal for us while we were still sleeping in the morning. It looks amazing. He said he had caught some of them by himself! I’ve never eaten raw clams with mayonnaise before. They are orange, have dark shells and incredibly delicate taste.

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– Look, we call them “cozze”. I’ve put them into the boiling water for 5s only to make them open and…you know…to kill them. Normally it’s too dangerous to eat them like that because usually you don’t know where they came from. They live in the mud at the bottom of the sea, and sometimes there is a lot of contamination in the bays where they are being picked out, especially around Sicily, unfortunately… But now and here, you can be sure they are safe…
– And they are delicious as well! Wow! Look Freya, have you ever seen so big shrimps?? They look like monsters!
– Yes, I’ve tried them once, they are delicious!


I have an impression that Donchi wants to pamper us with food…
– Yea…you can call that “Foodporn” – Freya is reading in my mind, as usual

– You know that we, people of sea, use to say : everything that is happening offshore, belongs to sea, and is not real? – saying that Donchi smiles silly
– Oopss…- says Freya…- what do you mean? Exactly…
– I mean, that what happens afloat happens only there, and it doesn’t exist on the land. It will not be continued or remembered elsewhere. It will be forgotten on the land but will be always present at sea… like a dream.
– Like what?
– Like … people you meet, adventures and pleasure we can give to ourselves…
– Hm… I don’t know…
– We can share love here but we will not attach to each other. Next time there will be other persons in your and my life with who we can share that LOVE.
– You mean “LOVE”? Literally??
– Yes. Because “love” means “to give”, means “to share warmth” and it exactly means to not be attached to anybody, because “to be attached” means “to take”, “to posses” – and it’s opposite to “love”, don’t you agree?
– So…well, I get it, are you expecting to have sex?
– Ahahaha, yes! Bunga bunga! – now that we understood he was joking, we finally can laugh with some relief…

And then, Donchi just recites to us a piece of “Oceano mare”, Baricco’s novel. Just like that, from his memory:

Non è che la vita vada come tu te la immagini. Fa la sua strada. E tu la tua. Io non è che volevo essere felice, questo no. Volevo… salvarmi, ecco: salvarmi. Ma ho capito tardi da che parte bisognava andare: dalla parte dei desideri. Uno si aspetta che siano altre cose a salvare la gente: il dovere, l’onestà, essere buoni, essere giusti. No. Sono i desideri che salvano. Sono l’unica cosa vera. Tu stai con loro, e ti salverai. Però troppo tardi l’ho capito. Se le dai tempo, alla vita, lei si rigira in un modo strano, inesorabile: e tu ti accorgi che a quel punto non puoi desiderare qualcosa senza farti del male. È lì che salta tutto, non c’è verso di scappare, più ti agiti più si ingarbuglia la rete, più ti ribelli più ti ferisci. Non se ne esce. Quando era troppo tardi, io ho iniziato a desiderare. Con tutta la forza che avevo. Mi sono fatta tanto di quel male che tu non puoi nemmeno immaginare.[IT]*


*Besides, it is not as if life goes as you think it does. Life follows its path. And you follow yours. And it is not the same path. And so… It is not that I wanted to be happy, no. I wanted… to save myself, that’s all: to save myself. But I understood late the path one should follow: the path of the desires. One expects other things to save people. Duty, honesty, being good, being just. No. It is the desires that save. They are the only real thing. You stick with them, and you will save yourself. But I found this out too late. If you give life the time, it will turn things around in a strange, inexorable way: and at that point you realize that you cannot desire something without hurting yourself. That’s where everything falls apart, there’s no way out, the more you struggle, the more tangled the net becomes, the more you rebel, the more you hurt yourself. There’s no escape. When it was too late, I began to desire. With all my strength I possessed. You cannot imagine how very badly I hurt myself. [EN]




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