"No need to be a wizard to realise that in the happy years, at the zenith of what we call “ les 30 Glorieuses “ ( the 30 glorious years after 39-45 war) the world, in the way of a flock of sheeps, drunk with impetuosity, ran straight to the abyss.
The world crunched , society edified itself with artificial and affected styles, secretly it as the beginning of the idéa of “mondialisation” but few paid attention to it, in the menacing shadow of overpowerful and antagonistic coalitions.
Clashes, conflicts rose and died here and there, atomic ogives filled the naval dockyards, et was obvious that future “irradiated”
From that time, remote and tropical archipelagos inhabited by societies less polluted could appear as a shelter, a solution.
And the distance in form of liquid area…this wide sea that one must face brings us back to the main point.
The ocean, yes, but to move in it implies a boat in a satisfactory state to face this dangerous journey.
Some years as a wage-earner and lots of restrictions have permitted to gather the necessary savings to buy a sailing-ship : since it is a wooden sailing- ship that we will, from now on, be concerned with.
Snail formula, home on one’s back.