A Prison in the Middle of the Sea
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It's been a month that I've been here. I'm sick and tired of it. I'm standing on the helideck. And looking at the bright blue sky - so big. And the deep blue sea - so huge. The horizon is so far away, where the sea and the sky merge together. We are so small. Clasped by the huge round thing that is the sky and the sea. So basically I am surrounded by limitless space. Only one problem. I can't roam the space.
Space. Space. It is the biggest problem here. I have no space for me, for myself. Only that small upper bunk enclosed by curtains. Only that. Even here in the helipad I can't be alone. There's always people. People everywhere. People surrounding you like ticks. I just want to escape. If only I can fly. Like those birds. Roaming the big sky. Or like those fish, roaming the sea. I wish I had my diving gear. Or maybe I can steal the lifeboat and row away. Away from this place.
I'm sick of this place. I want to go home. Away from this prison in the middle of the sea.
Natuna Sea, 9 October 2004
PS. The drilling was finally over and I was sent home on 11th October. Just in the nick of time. If they had waited longer they would probably have found me standing on the helipad, insisting I was a teapot :D