The sea is often like a great secret whose power you fear. The closer you get to understanding, the further it distances you from yourself. As you begin to understand, you own it, as you own it, you get tired, you get tired in your tracks. All the secrets of this world, whose language you do not know, are actually hidden in the traces that you will never have. Most of the time, maybe sometimes you are the only woman in this world. Other women may have passed before you, perhaps from those ships, certainly from those seas. Knowing that she will be the only woman on that ship is now an admission of her existence, which has been denied and prohibited for centuries. The books you hold, the songs you remember, the stories you tell and hear from others, the whole story of man, the sea, and the woman that fills my bag over time; It encompasses all the history in your memory before the journey you prepared to go on a ship, packed your suitcase