Some consider this crossing as a story of man above all, of big muscled arms. My parents, but also those who know me, have tried everything – persuasion, dissuasion – to tell me that this dream would turn into a nightmare, at the mercy of solitude, the night, these 5500 kilometers, the whims of the sea and the wind. While from the outside everything looks tiring, uncomfortable and dangerous, I have only one answer for them: you have to love adventure, the sea and give yourself the means to make your dreams come true. I don’t just want to exist, I want to live…