Tagesmeldung vom 12.03.2026

Törn 0910 | Interkontinental mit Brigg
Atlantiküberquerung die zweite

Position 37°41,7′ N|048°53,8′ W
Kurs, Speed 073 | 5,2kn
Etmal 125nm
Wind SSW – 3bft
Luftdruck 1029 hpa
Bedeckung 2/8
Temp (L/W) 23°C, 19°C

Heading: Is there a rule for love?
Author: Anton
Position: North Atlantic
Nautical Position: 37°41,7‘N 048°53,8‘W
Etmal: 125sm
Course: 065
Average Speed: 5,2kn

What happens when a student spends a night with his teacher? Can they keep it a secret? Even in a full classroom? And how can something like this even happen? These are the questions we discussed when we began our new lecture on “Schweigeminute” in today’s German lesson.

It’s a novel written by Siegfried Lenz, in which a student named Christian wanders through all of his memories — of which he has many — while observing a minute of silence for his teacher. They are filled with random meetings and encounters: how their love forms, and how that passion eventually is being stopped by reality. Christian forges a plan to make their love last, a plan that is both illusory and bold. In the end, everything stops suddenly, and their love becomes invincible through death. I find it incredible how Lenz manages to convey such masterful empathy while describing this impractical love and so many experiences in such a short book. In a way, I can understand the enthusiasm our teacher Andi has for his subject.

The same passion seems deeply rooted in all of our teachers. TechNik, our math, physics, and science teacher, had us write a math exam today. Although I may not have answered every question with ease, the test was actually quite funny — partly because he included extra questions for bonus points. One of them was really hilarious: we had to make a small drawing for a word problem in which a paintbrush falls from the second “Saling” directly onto Nik’s head.

By the way, I climbed up to the first “Saling” today and had a wonderful sunset conversation with the boys that lasted almost an hour. We didn’t even realize how much time had passed until we returned, because we had to leave our wristwatches on deck with the active “Topsgast.”
Today that was Lotta, and she decided to try to collect as many watches as she could. In the end, she looked like a real timekeeper.

While writing this text, I came to the conclusion that everyone loves something different: some enjoy mathematics or literature, others love talking until the sun sets — or even collecting watches.

But the moral question of having a love affair with your teacher is still waiting to be answered in our next lesson.