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It is the inner voice, which first cries softly and then louder and louder for freedom and adventure. On the way to the North Cape, this voice became more quiet with every paddle stroke. But another voice grew louder and louder. It was the call for company and coming home. Departure, fulfillment and homecoming! This is the ever-recurring course of my life which gives me sense and meaning. I hope I will be able to hear and follow these voices for a lifetime.
