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Here, the sea is not geography, but a state of mind. It is when storms are not a reason to curl up under a blanket, but merely a backdrop for a romantic swim. Ships sink, maps get wet, and someone stubbornly rows forward, confident that ‘to you’ is more important than ‘to the shore.’

An ironic and heroic picture: dolphins as taxis, sharks as decorations for courage, a hurricane as just wind in your hair. Here, the ocean is not frightening, but becomes a soft path to a personal paradise, where you can dance on the sand at night and sneak into other people's dreams.

There is no logic in this swim, but there is excitement, recklessness and a bright childlike belief that if you want something badly enough, even the elements will work as your courier.