All day long she sat in her small tower and watched the horizon. She had the harbor log, knew the names and the origins of the ships that arrived that day.
She greeted them all the same way. She turned on the microphone, played the anthem of their country, welcomed them in several languages.
She knew the details of every ship.
The years went by, and one day her tower was empty.
Sailors from all over the world showed up that day she was laid to rest. They all saluted and said goodbye.
“Farewell my friend, travel safely.”
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Years ago I traveled to Hamburg, Germany, and found a place, right at the harbor called “Willkomm-Hoeft.” There, every day ships are welcomed and bid farewell with their national anthem. I spent a few hours in the cafe, ate too much cake and watched the big and the small ships passing by. Today’s photo brought back some nice memories.
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