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Today I witnessed the miracle of creation. And it could not have been more romantic.
Thinking back to the turns my day took – from how it started to how it ended – I can hardly believe it.
At 9 o’clock, I started to build the raft, all alone, but by 10 o’clock I still had not made any worthwhile progress, nothing really concrete. It was clear that I needed a helping hand because, despite having a precise idea of what I wanted to build, the pieces simply were not coming together.
A little later, one by one, some old men arrived from the nearby village. One of them, the oldest, knelt and tightened a knot. A very simple, quick gesture, but so powerful that it invited the others to join in. So another, even without asking, helped the first man straighten a barrel, while a third helped to make a second knot. All very informal.
It was only at 2pm that I finally took a step back to observe the scene from afar and noticed that not only were we now a total of 10 people working on the project, but that the raft was taking shape. I could not have hoped for anything better than this and now I feel that we really are all in the same boat.
Tomorrow the raft will be complete, but I have decided to wait another day before setting off, in order to use the more favourable weather conditions.
