Today I was back in Tel Aviv in order to pick up the visa for India. I went with the bus and left the bike back in Eilat. It was really easy: just go to the office, get it, that´s it. But what to do with the rest of the day?
I decided to do something actually a bit stupid. Or crazy. Or senseless. However: I grabbed a taxi and wanted it to bring me to the office of ZIM-shipping. ZIM is something like the key to the solution of my problem. ZIM is the word that a young man in front of the Dead Sea Spa wrote into my little book. In pink letters and together with a phone number. And ZIM is the white writing on the rusty containers on a train driving for some hundred meters next to our bus this morning when we crossed the desert. And I only could see it because something invisible and unhearable did just randomly wake me up for a few seconds. And ZIM is somehow dealing with the ship that is currently in the port of Eilat. And this ship even goes to India – what happens maybe once a month. And this ship is obviously late because the schedule on the ZIM website says it departed two days ago. But yesterday it was still there… as if it was waiting just for me! It would only take one more step and I would be on it! But I don´t see how I can manage to do this step…
Anyway: Today I was at the office of ZIM-shipping and I talked to the three very friendly young guys there. They really wanted to help me. But they don´t have any chance, they said. 1. They would never take a woman on board. 2. There´s a security or assurance problem somehow. And option nr. 3 is practically no option: being married to one of the crew members or part of the captain´s family. Or….well, I still have some space on both of my ring fingers! But they didn´t take that for serious and so – a little bit sad – I had to leave. I know: actually this was to be expected… But then, when I was about to leave the building I found myself in front of another shipping office somehow. Ok, let´s try here, too! You can never know… And the answer I got to my request quite quickly was one I never did hear before: We would really like to help you. But we cannot.
That was so depressing! I mean, I really do believe that these people want to help me. But how can I make them understand that it takes a little bit more than just to “want” to help? …as Mr. Nike knows: just do it! But of course: first you need to understand that my request is one that doesn´t come into your office every day. Second: you must fall in love with this project somehow. But then you must move! And not stop at “wanting to move”.
For example there is that certain David, my ice-cold coke-spring in the desert. I met him at the Dead Sea and until I was in his area he somehow managed to offer me cold coke when just I needed it most! And when I told him about that extremely disappointing experience yesterday at the port in Eilat he immediately grabbed his phone and tried to find one who´s responsible for the shipping to India. And I don´t know how but somehow he succeeded! Although today we got the half-official “no”. But when I was about to give up it was him to push me and to tell me: “No, don´t give up now! There´s always another way!” And you know what he answered me when I asked him, why he would do all this for me? He said: “You know, your dream has already become my dream, too!” Or remember the officially no more existing Daniel: Amazing how he just listened and immediately understood, that this is a special request. At first he also told me that he cannot help me. But then he changed his mind and did what his heart told him to do. I hope, Daniel, if you ever read this, that there will not be any troubles for you! You were the only reasonable, responsible and human man yesterday at the entrance! And Itamar: I still didn´t have the chance to really know him but from what I understood in the 3-minutes-call yesterday he really wanted to help me and that´s what he did also! Even though in the end it didn´t lead to success…
Let´s say I tried out everything now. WE tried out everything. But I can´t believe that all the effort should have been in vain. It makes me feel so sorry for all these people who immediately were on my side and became like an important part of the whole project already! What is it, that made them doing all that for me?
I think they all have the same spirit in their heart and in their soul. They are those who still have dreams and would do everything to make them real. They are visionaries, they are passionate, they believe that even the impossible things are possible somehow. They are not afraid of things that are out of “Business as usual” but they like the challenge. Like some important guys in the past that now are not even remembered as the big pioneers. Let´s just think of the cars we´re driving, the phones we use, the internet, the microwave. What reaction might this guy have received when he had that crazy idea of cooking with air instead of fire? Or imagine what our grandfathers would have thought of us if we told them that only 50 years later they would be able to talk to his neighbours without leaving the bed with not even the big toe? Crazy, naive, stupid, utopic and impossible at that time what is now our daily life!
I don´t know where it comes from but still I feel there´s a little, little chance in the air. Maybe the chance is still the owner of the ship in Eilat. Maybe he is one of those passionate, crazy, wild hearts that didn´t forget about the crazy guy who some time ago was convinced that a few hundred tons of steel will one day be able to swim on water and to cross the big oceans… The guy without him today he would not be the owner of that beautiful ship in Eilat.
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