Ah, here’s a good one. You close your eyes, blend in with the natural elements and it seems that the whole buzzing port city is left behind. All the pedestrians and cyclists rushing to the ferry seem to stop, and the grey seagulls no longer seek their prey in the water.

Aaah… Do you hear that? Shh! Do you hear that? No? Stand next to me and give me your hand. Close your eyes. Hey, don’t cheat! Close your eyes. Listen in. Can you hear the waves crashing in the lagoon? How do the clouds drift in the sky? The captain of the ship invites the passengers on deck? Hear the leaves of the trees on the other side rustling. Ah, here’s a good one. You close your eyes, blend in with the natural elements and it seems that the whole buzzing port city is left behind. All the pedestrians and cyclists rushing to the ferry seem to stop, and the grey seagulls no longer waste their prey in the water.

Now, quietly and very slowly open one eye, but don’t let it out! Open one eye. Do you see a boy on the other side of the Danė there? Well, the one with the hat and the puppy! It’s amazing, isn’t it? Moja is a childhood dream of mine, escorting ships as they arrive and escorting them as they depart; Aaah… How I wish he’d finally notice me… I’ve been standing here since 2014 and he still hasn’t looked. I was placed here by a sculptor from Vilnius, Romualdas Kvintas, and I have not moved a muscle. I did, however, go into hiding a couple of times. It was interesting to see how the people of Klaipėda quickly started looking for me. And I keep wondering – I wonder if he missed me? What do you think? I keep dreaming about how he would turn around, look me in the eye and come running to me. I wonder what he would say? Would they talk? Could we just stand there and drown in each other’s eyes? Oh, how much I would love to tell him everything. How much I’ve seen, how many ships I’ve met, how many people I’ve got to know, how long I’ve been looking forward to it.

Hey! Can you take my message to him? Bring my love letter… Please write that I will be waiting for him at the Smiltyne ferry when the red sky of sunset covers the harbour city; Please take my message to him and hide it under a rock so no one can take it.

And I’ll be waiting here.

I will love.

I will believe.

And I’ll be waiting.