Three Years Gone
I must admit I'm the less constant and effective of 591 contributors. In some extent I'm like a paying traveller jumped on board of an eighteen centrury clipper sailing over the oceans to reach the Indies. Sometimes I feel like sitting on the deck of this tall ship prow, soaking with sunlight and looking with admiration at the crew, as they pull the ropes to widen the sails and make it fly over the waves. This travel started three years ago and it's doesn't seem to come to an end. The tall ship stops from time to time into new unexpected harbours that maps don't report at all and set sails again filled with goods and experience.
Three, (C) Tiberio Fanti