Words can't express what it feels like to find yourself again in the familiar surroundings, among people without whom the boundless expanse of the ocean is so lonely and empty. Like a loose screw was I extracted from an effectively operating mechanism: scrunching and scraping tried to fit myself into another mechanism but failed. I had only to return to my own.. And our raft is again a complete and living entity. Even the creaking sound that the logs make is familiar, the dear old sound that acts as a tuning fork for you. The rolling and pitching has… also a familiar beat.

The hiss under the deck is followed by a growing roar; the wind as if it were an experienced dancer, makes a short turn to snatch a white foamy rose from the wavy locks of the wave-courtesan leaning back and surrendering itself completely. "Hold tight!.." came in multilingual chorus. And the white rose noisily disintegrates a thousand of hissing spraying petals covering us, our bamboo hut and then boiling and spinning and whirling like the frills of an evening dress train, sieves through the deck in the steps of the dancing couple.

Nature presented us with a spectacle yet unseen – a sunset on the background of divided air fronts. As if following our example of tidying up the sky and the ocean decided to swap places – wherever you look you see clouds of every tints of red, and as it determined to take the shape of waves, they ran into each other in slow movements beating a steady rhythm… The Ocean accepted the offer to swap parts by responding to the heaven by a slight, almost unnoticeable ripple. Their play was separated only by a thin streak of sunlight, but it also melting within an hour vanished taking along both the clouds and the waves as if opening the curtain on myriads
of stars in the jet black night sky.

Making us more than once retrace our steps on the vast water surface, keeping us tight in its bonds the Ocean wanted us to make our Way Home in ourselves first. Each of us staying on the raft in the Ocean was to find out where our home was and where we were going to come back to. The Ocean also wished each of us to do it whole-heartedly without ever looking back…