We planned to do it at 12.30, as there was some sort of event in one of the rooms on the ship until 12pm. As usual on our ship, the comings and goings of the guys who maintain it are never predictable.
So we had to start a little bit later.
I wouldn't be surprised if some of the performances featured one or more mumbling old men, because so far there hasn't been a day of rehearsals where they didn't stumble into a scene, or shouted across the corridor, or decided to play a waltz through the speaker system.
It's clear to all of us that it is nearly impossible to regulate any of this in some way that has any kind of structure. They're there and they have things to do. Some of those things are loud, some of them go unnoticed. Some of them require the rooms we are in, some of them happen in the background.
But one thing's for sure: if you come and see the show, there will be at least one old man wandering around on board. You may meet him, you may not.
This one you will definitely meet:
And her as well:
And the most authentic pirate of them all will also be there every day:
Tomorrow we have a day off. The aim is to get our heads back in order after everyone has had a minor shake-up caused by too many languages at the same time.
But don't worry: we are all slowly gravitating towards German. None of us are accent-free: even the Swiss have their accent, and none of us speaks the Austrian version of the German language.
My favourite is Bob's German.
I haven't been able to take many photographs so far because I've constantly had an accordion hanging in front of me. But I'll try and give my camera to someone else during the next run and we'll see what happens.
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