Where is unknown. It is difficult to say where the sand ship that set sail last year, in July after the coup, is going. Navigation interrupted due to mutiny, resumed and oriented towards a destination unknown to most. The Ramadan season which falls at this time appears propitious to the basic questions. Prayer, fasting and above all works of charity characterize the path of the faithful who recognize themselves in this spiritual and social itinerary. Sailing while asking where you are going appears as a requirement for the passengers of the sailing ship who the spirit of penance invites to sincerity and truth. The simplest action would seem to be to address the question to the captain of the ship. Even in this case, few would have the answer they are looking for. The crew would point out the horizon to the people because the captain seems nowhere to be found.
This is how you understand the navigation meta and you don’t have to worry about the issuance on the other side if you’re steering the boat in question. Secondly, in this case the earth will scorrere the slat and the honey perched, finally, the safety will be the only way to ensure that it is confined to the water and the powder makes it impenetrable. Sembravano solcare a different world, similar to what I padri of the nazione avevano concepito nella loro ingenuità. The route does not occur and there are warnings that the vehicle must be assimilated with the insulation on the side, presumably, if directed. At the same time, at the same time, the conventional political life, which part of the party and the election has been regulated, will be the last time it has been ordered to follow the cost chart.
However, informal exchanges between friends, supporters, passengers and even the crew were encouraged. The news from the world outside the ship was wisely selected and the travelers seemed to be satisfied with what the on-board radio, constantly playing, provided. In fact, in a completely informal way, an office or ministry of useful, possible, probable or unacceptable ‘truths’ had been established depending on the subject under discussion. There was no shortage of pirates, traders and sellers of dreams in navigation. The latter, moreover, had managed to carve out a large share of the listening market. On long calm nights, under a complicit moon, the sellers never lacked ears attentive to their stories full of the future. They assured the audience that on the distant island they would find everything that had been denied to them and of which they had the full right to enjoy.
What they had been ignobly robbed of would become their property. A free world where dignity and justice for all would become the only law. As for the pirates and the arms dealers they were both part of the system they only pretended to fight. Meanwhile, the island in question, longed for and feared, seemed to be moving away and approaching at the same time depending on the gaze of the cabin boy who acts as a lookout. He himself, early one morning, spotted what seemed to him to be a strip of land. He began shouting in excitement to wake up the captain and crew members. Shortly afterwards, however, to his disappointment, he realized that they were groups of shipwrecked people hanging from lifeboats. One of them, brought on board, said that their ship had abandoned the island where they had believed they would find the new world.
