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Logbook of «PS Narina»

Day 24

Air / Water temperature: 7°C (2°C at night) / 9°C

Wind direction / Bft: East-northeast / 2

Area: DANUBIA (roasted goose fat) – Nautical chart showing the route

Combuse: Malabar snapper (1.2 kg) scale and fillet (do not skin), rinse and pat dry. Mix 1 tablespoon soy sauce, 1 tablespoon fish sauce, 1 tablespoon mirin and 2 teaspoons toasted sesame oil with 1 teaspoon sesame seeds and 2 teaspoons flour. Cut fish fillets into quarters, sprinkle with white pepper, coat with the marinade and let stand at least 1 hour. Bring to boil 1½ L chicken broth. Add 6 cloves garlic pressed, 1 stalk lemongrass in finest wheels, juice of 90 g of fresh ginger, 2 finely chopped hot red chillies, 2 tablespoons fish sauce, 2 tablespoons rice vinegar, zest and juice of 1 lime. Add 150 g carrot in thin strips to this soup and cook until they are done but still have some bite. Cook 150 g broad rice noodles according to package, rinse with cold water and drain. Add the marinated pieces of fish to the slightly simmering soup and simmer for one minute. Add 100 g Asian scallions in wheels and continue to cook for another minute. Distribute the noodles on soup bowls, do equally with the pieces of fish, sprinkle over a handful of coriander leaves and a few drops of sesame oil. Serve with lime quarters. (More recipes from the Chief cook of «PS Narina»)

Observations

She does it once again. Although we agreed that there should now be peace. Gently, so as not to shock my skin, she slides her hand under my blanket. Her cool fingers slide down from my shoulders and glide over my ribs like water over the stones in a stream. She pauses on my belly and listens for a moment to the movement caused by my breathing, then moves further to my hips. Three fingers caress the bones in a manner as if she wants to test their form. Let me, I call out, still in sleep and therefore unable to bring the words out of my lips: Let me stay in my dreams. I will not kiss you now. Wait until it’s light. I will bite you in the back. Two fingers slide tenderly over the skin of my groin, and at the same time I feel a tongue on the nape of my neck, the moist muzzle of a face. Oh Insomnia – I am awake. 

Actually, the day has broken a while earlier – high time then for some sleeplessness. Oskar stays under my bed as though he expects me to make him coffee. But it will not go that far.

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First Publication: 2-2-2013

Modifications: 9-4-2013, 11-11-2014