A boat grows out as a nutshell, a
dreams chest, a way of escape, a job, a research, a response to our worries, a
hole in the sea where to shelve money, a project for the future, a deal
attempt.
Besides that, it’s added up a hard
work of minds and labour, carpenters, mechanics, welders, decorators and crews
and the attendance of guests, a forge of work and intents: thousands of people
feed and characterise its soul, its “heart”. With its name it carves out a
character and its personality in vices and virtues, pouring many people’s
destiny into itself or interfering with it somehow, steady or passing, weaving
and changing a complex plot until it becomes a story or a thousands of stories.
Among plots, love affairs, splitting up, memories and nostalgia, we’re all sea
travelling, all looking for answers or happiness.
Sherazade was born in P. Said, for
the first time the salty water laps against its hull in a P.Said canal on the
11th of November 2005 at 14.30 o’ clock in the afternoon. There followed navigations, shipyards, cruises between Egypt and Sudan, predominantly keen on Sudan.
It gave everybody something, it asked for care and attention for itself, Egypt always represents a break for maintenance, Sudan remains “its sea” where who’s faithful enhances its charm and its characteristics.
Sherazade in Sudan, among friends,
with a professional team and keen on continuing to live the sea: as a house,
the horizon; as a scenery, the wonders of the coral
barriers and atolls of the Red Sea.
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