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Tannhaüser (Wagner)
Jolines (letters)
September 14, early morning hours
I am a Chef. Here, I’m a Ship’s Cook ! Pretty disappointing, right ? Nothing a father could be proud of ! My cabin doesn’t have a balcony. Even if I were strong enough, I wouldn’t be able to drag Alois’ body along the corridors to an exit and throw it over board. Inside, I’d be seen, outside, there are the cameras. So many that I ended up wearing a brooch against the evil eye, the same one a Moroccan customer gave me as a present after congratulating me for my asparagus and langoustine soup. The soup is an old story now but the brooch has found a place in my life. I believe that the gifts we receive from people come from a higher authority than theirs. That’s why one day or another, they are useful for us. And wh
