MK Back home in Split and the first coffee with paintorette

 

Sunci:

Hello Spud Ship sailor. What is it like to finally see the sun? And to drink espresso?

 

Chief MK:

Hello Artist, Nor do I see the sun nor the sky, the man sitting behind me on the flight, coughed all over me during the flight back home and has contaminated me with the bird flu and who knows what else.

After two months of pain, im fucked up for the whole of the few days I get back home,..

 

Shall we go grab a coffee hopefuly  without contamination occurring. ..

 

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After MK spent a few days back home in Split, we  went for coffee and met for the first time, since starting the project and the daily correspondence. 

 

 Actually it was proper meeting for the first time, really, as we met only very briefly before during his testing of knowledge of Maritime English which I over saw and he got 100 percent on..

 

The encounter was odd. We where very well acquainted- because of the letters, and not at all in person..

 

It was odd to meet the face, belonging to the personality.

 

 

 

Mk "So can I see the drawings..? Oh you have brought them. This is great. This is my ship! It has all the Chinese letters as well. Brilliant."

 

And so I discovered that just as sailors hate their ships when the are on them and near them , they love their ships , and remember them sentimentally , when they are back on land..