I'm sitting in my cabin gazing through my window onto the mass of water that surrounds the ferry on its way from Ireland to France. Its the end of May, both the semester and the short vacation in the south of Ireland are history and in less than 18h of sitting on this ferry and 12h in a car I will be home again.
I enjoy the tranquility that the private cabin and the monotonous sound of the ships motor offer, lie down and start reading.
