Sardinia, south-east coast, we anchored in a cove sheltered time goes up, slowed down stillness of the place; Giuli jumps into the sea tiny bread crumbs to attract some hungry fish, when he pronounces a phrase destined to become historic: "Of course it would take something more suitable for fishing." He rummaged reluctantly in the bottom of a locker to find a roll of nylon and some love, knowing the futility of the work. Giuli to spend all accompanied by some simple instructions for installation and I prepare to attend the confirmation of my certainties, which are present in the fish and the angler winner defeated, but as they say: it is only a game to pass the time. But the defeat burns me and Giuli return the equipment visibly disappointed, and I, in an attempt to comfort her, I start to pontificate, as a true theory of fisheries-The bread does not take on the environment, it would take the cheese and you might catch the looks, but the Big Game is not fully fit I'd need something to hold on the surface, then we should not scare them away from the boats to fish in short, it would take a "surface longline resulting" -.
Giuli looks at me seriously unable to tell if I'm serious or joking, and in the absence of a reliable solution I replied with an ironic: "I thought so too."
On the way back I remember the "surface longline arising" and breakfast the next day, I'm thinkin 'the project with all the details of executive directors. So a cup of milk and a coffee ad with emphasis: "Now we realize the resulting surface longline." All they look at me perplexed and show different reactions: Ila Laugh in my face without restraint, Giuli think that maybe I do seriously, Pat in a kind of ascetic resignation thinks: "All of me" while Simo and Pie, having lost the theoretical dissertation the day before, they look aware that I probably should not know. I have deliberately taken all aback, and before colliding with the inevitable resistance the engineer in me took control of the situation and begins to give orders, with resolute determination: "Bring me two plastic bottles, retrieves the tray of meat of last night, where he finished the tape? ". Playing in advance and often runs between a board and a lament also ignored the work term at the end a small catamaran with a tray for meat such as sailing, unanimously christened "The Look", looks great on the kitchen table if .
Incredibly, the artifact performs its job, so that the end can also take a look at suicide thus earning a stable place in a locker of the boat.
Incredibly, the artifact performs its job, so that the end can also take a look at suicide thus earning a stable place in a locker of the boat. Preparations for the return suitcases, clothing, diving equipment and sailing equipment skillfully blended into a seemingly controlled chaos and the end comes the question: "What do we do with I Look?". An obvious question often gets a response of the same platitudes: "The throw in the plastic container, and we salute you!". Of course as a designer and manufacturer is strongly against the implacable logic of the "differentiated waste", I try to argue that any vessel, however small, does not deserve the dishonor of breaking up, but I realize it did not follow and I look around for someone who give credence to my thesis, when my eyes meet those of Giuli, without a word, I am conscious that we are both thinking the same thing. "Put it there and tomorrow morning the system before you leave," is my laconic reply. Has been the need to attend to more urgent matters, or perhaps it was the habit of all to my "talents 'raised', but the objections I had expected did not arrive and it was postponed a day later.
At six in the morning, ready for the return journey, we are on the quay of the harbor of Porto Corallo, where until the day before the boats were moored, with great care and Ila Giuli shall I Look At anchor to his new place when taking everyone by surprise exclaimed: "In the name of God cut."
Instantly ten look at me with sleepy eyes looked questioningly. I understand I can not escape with an explanation and said: "It's the phrase ritual that all Directors to authorize the launch pronounce the godmother of the line to cut it free bottle of champagne on the side of the ship to be launched. " "If you want to gloss over the fact that we do not have a bottle of champagne and a ship" - Pat reply immediately, things suddenly become an expert in seafood, but - "To be clear this is not even a launch but a berth." At this point my replicas become vague and confused provoking smiles barely restrained, to truncate the discussion say, then: "I had always wanted to do it." Pat suddenly reassured about my ability to reason looks at me with an indulgent look and says, "Okay Chapter Launch we raise the moorings or we will lose the ferry, because we are already late. "
On the way home I try to imagine the amazement of our neighbors to understand when they find a mooring, instead of two respectable inflatables, a "contraption" float for more regularly moored. I could hardly hold back a smile, thinking about the funny side of things, but I am certain that no sailor in the port will throw "The Look" in the garbage waste.
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