21st july 2007 - river kilometre 350

so, now we are alone again. our guests, who became friends, leave the ship at dawn. we will soon be in braila, my hands and the keys are clammy. the laptop is so hot that you can't put the heel of your hand on it, you can only touch it with your fingertips, even though i'm sitting below deck. no matter, what is there to write after such a day? perhaps that there is no word for "thank you" in the roma language. because, as angel - the head of karandila - said: "how can one word (here he touched the tip of his tongue with his finger) say what a thousand words cannot?"