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DAY 11.

Tuesday, October 26th, 2010

I don't want to go ashore!

We dock to Penn terminal in Chester at ten o’clock in the morning. Everything looks totally ugly. All the sounds, people, lights, colours overwhelm me after so many peaceful days on board. The ship agent takes me to my hotel in Philadelphia. I spend the rest of the day scheduling the interviews and going trough hundreds of e-mails.

DAY 10.

Monday, October 25th, 2010

Salted window

The sun is shining and the waves are small. The vessels sails very steadily. I work. The feeling of being in between seems to continue. I climbed to film on the mast again yesterday. It was really windy! Tomorrow’s immigration is a little bit scary to me, because I usually end up to trouble. We’ll arrive to US at night and then there is the pilot and all the that stuff on the river. I guess I get out of the ship sometime in the morning. Too bad I don’t have Bruce Springsteen’s ”Streets of Philadelphia” on my laptop.

DAY 9.

Sunday, October 24th, 2010

I feel to be in between. I nap and think. I listen to John Cash’s ”Hurt” and some Joni Mitchell. Melancholy. I guess I’m getting ready to leave this ship even though it feels like home. All my things are everywhere, routines, same actions after another. There were pancakes for breakfast, this was new. They were good. The cabin is dusty, no vacuuming and wall-to-wall carpet. All my clothes feel dusty, too. Time has no meaning. I could get used to it with my attitude on living, but I’m not sure if it would be healthy for me. I understand the seamen. It’s said that they get drunk and party on at the harbour cities. I would probably, too. It’s like during the heat wave when you can’t do much, just watch the time pass by.

DAY 8.

Saturday, October 23rd, 2010

Everything I say seems to be meaningless.

Again, I had a long talk with the chief engineer. He was worried about where I will be using the footage from the engine room. Frankly, I started to think more about my project in general. Why do I do this? I felt insecure for the first time on this travel. I have to ask this question myself constantly. Now: immigration, human rights history, personal journey. I don’t know. I wait for that big surprise that fulfills everything and gives everything a bigger meaning I ever imagined. When I start my journeys, I only have pieces. But entity is always more than its parts.

I feel to be a part of this vessel’s travel across the sea although I’m just a passenger.

I filmed on the bridge again. Everything was rocking but I guess something comes out of that. Queen Mary II passed us and some airplane which contacted us. We are late from the schedule. Sun is shining but the waves are big. We think about boredom with sec mate. My journey is short compared to this crew’s work. They go on for months. There should be some organisation called ”Against Boredom at Sea”. Some reading groups or something. Well, yeah right… knitting even.

DAY 7.

Friday, October 22nd, 2010

Bridge 22102010

The sun is not shining anymore and the wind is up. The ships is still not rocking too badly. The captain showed me a weather map with a storm and 7 meter waves. He asked with a smile what I think we should do. I was absolute that we need to go hide somewhere. It seems that we are trying to go around the storm now. I did some laundry and listened music watching the sea. Then, I worked. I could watch the sea forever. The movement is meditative. You can see every little deviation in the “desert”. I think I saw a penguin. It’s not possible on these waters. But it popped out from the water, it flapped its wings and dived. I didn’t see it again.

I read that Finnish immigrants to US didn’t have very good circumstances on board in the change of 19th and 20th century. There wasn’t enough food and many suffered sea sickness badly. I somehow understood that many didn’t leave happily but were forced to do so because of the economical situation at home. There was no work, only famine and then there were also political reasons to leave. The booklet I’m reading is from 1975 and it contains some funny details about Finnish people. For example, it says that all the Finns are very active and into sports. I guess I’m not Finnish.

I like to go to the bridge every afternoon to read my e-mails.  Then, I sit silently and watch the sea, how we go forward on this big ocean. I feel calm.