The Sailor

Paul Johnson sailed the world his whole life. He loved, drank and lived foolishly, never truly living on land. Now he is turning eighty. Both him and his boat are unfit to sail. He drinks a liter of vodka a day and contemplates life and death. What is at the end of such a journey?Is there loneliness? What is the relationship between freedom and selfishness? Does fulfilling a dream always have a bitter end? (ČSFD)