Smell of naphtha in the air, nostalgia clenched to the banister. And Grande Atlantico smokes under immense skies, which clear up and cloud over. The ship goes from Buenos Aires to Hamburg, stops at Paranagua, Santos and Rio. Crossing the equator, it touches Dakar and claims northern Europe. Back and forth, on the Atlantic Ocean, a prisoner of endless comings and goings established by the market. Forget Melville, Conrad, Stevenson, they can help you get through some afternoons, dream of other worlds. Nowadays, life at sea is different: less romantic, a lot of work and few words.
Stampato su carta Fedrigoni Tatami White 150gr
Collana: Camminanti 01