Image: Work in the engine room
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Tale from motorman:
My father forbade me to work as a seafarer. Life on board is too hard, and you are too weak, he said. Father was a hard person himself - so I thought: What could be worse than living with him. Oh, yes, my mother, my dear mother, she was like a blurred shadow under my father's command.
When I went to sea, I found myself a home. The work and the colleagues on the ships gave me meaning. When I'm on leave, it doesn't take long before I long to return on board. Father and mother are gone and forgiven - but I'm still sad that father never could forgive me for choosing the seafaring profession.