Ein australischer Seemann berichtet aus der See vor Japan.
What was missing was the cries of the seabirds which, on all previous similar voyages, had surrounded the boat.Wir reden hier von einer Distanz von 3000 nautischen Meilen. Und das ist nicht mal der Teil der Reise ab Japan, das ist bei Neuguinea. Der Grund ist, dass riesige Fischerboote da alles absaugen und wegtöten, was sie kriegen können. Ab Japan wurde es eher noch schlimmer.
The birds were missing because the fish were missing.
"After we left Japan, it felt as if the ocean itself was dead," Macfadyen said.Statt der Fische berichtet er von einem immensen Müllberg, der im Meer schwimmt.
"We hardly saw any living things. We saw one whale, sort of rolling helplessly on the surface with what looked like a big tumour on its head. It was pretty sickening.
Immerhin gibt es auch mal eine Antwort darauf, wieso niemand den Müll aus dem Meer fischt. Achtung, festhalten!
"But they said they'd calculated that the environmental damage from burning the fuel to do that job would be worse than just leaving the debris there."
Wenn man sich den ganzen Artikel durchliest, und das sollte man, wird man arg depressiv. Noch ein paar Beweise?
But they weren't pirates, not in the conventional sense, at least. The speedboat came alongside and the Melanesian men aboard offered gifts of fruit and jars of jam and preserves.
"They told us that his was just a small fraction of one day's by-catch. That they were only interested in tuna and to them, everything else was rubbish. It was all killed, all dumped. They just trawled that reef day and night and stripped it of every living thing."
Ivan's brother, Glenn, who boarded at Hawaii for the run into the United States, marvelled at the "thousands on thousands" of yellow plastic buoys. The huge tangles of synthetic rope, fishing lines and nets. Pieces of polystyrene foam by the million. And slicks of oil and petrol, everywhere.
"On the bow, in the waters above Hawaii, you could see right down into the depths. I could see that the debris isn't just on the surface, it's all the way down. And it's all sizes, from a soft-drink bottle to pieces the size of a big car or truck.
And something else. The boat's vivid yellow paint job, never faded by sun or sea in years gone past, reacted with something in the water off Japan, losing its sheen in a strange and unprecedented way.
Da kommt einen Muttis verrückter Plan zur Versklavung Südeuropas auf einmal so unwichtig vor .
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