We are back on the main Danube branch – nothing has changed.
We watch fishermen in narrow, low-sitting boats – Lotca, they’re called here. But on the ship, things – thoughts – are changing.
We’ve arrived in Galați at Danube kilometer 150. A seaport, an industrial town – the last major station before the actual delta begins. The banks are more heavily built, the water smells like arrival. The conversations on board are changing. They’re about Sulina now. About arriving. About what comes after. We talk about it without knowing what it means.
Two of us will leave the ship in Sulina. The other two will return MaTjoPo upstream – back to Linz. The circle doesn’t close. It remains open, like a question we’ve thrown into the river.
