Rotten engine.

Logbook entry from May 4th

Sunny, winds circulating and weak. Air 12 degrees, water barely 10.

Last night, I forgot to turn on the heat. To be more precise, I thought that the red wine I enjoyed with my homemade meal would be enough to keep me warm; it wouldn't be so cold - besides, I also like to sleep in the winter with the window open. It doesn't bother me.

But no. At night, the temperature on the Baltic Sea can drop to 2 degrees. What warms the inside of my boat is none other than the 10 degree cold Baltic Sea. Together, air and water create the perfect refrigerator climate. Eight degrees, a seasoned author stays fresh.

Only when I stretched out my toes or arms did I wake up, because slowly the cold was creeping into my elbows, for example. It hurts more and more since my work on the rig. "Where the periosteum has to work with the tense tendon, it hurts," explained the retired orthopedist, who I slowly got to know in the harbor pub at the foot of the pier. "I should be careful," he said, "it can quickly become chronic."

In May, it gets light early. Spring feels good, so new. A promise of sunny weeks. We have an increasing moon, which, as the bone breaker explained to me, makes the weather good. Why the moon can do that, he doesn't know. But the moon should not be underestimated. It can move mountains and send them around the world. Mountains of water. Why not the weather as well.