Ragged banners spread along Mozambican beaches are sometimes the only sign of the existence of other human beings in the area. They are usually made of strong wood and a thorn piece of cloth.
It is evident that all those signs had to represent something. But the reality is that I never gave it a thought until recently, when at sunset I run a few kilometers on Macaneta beach. For each weather-battered sign, there it was: a fishing boat or a couple of them.
And at the same time I was running, I could picture, in my imagination, the relief those helmsmen must feel when in rotten weather they can clearly perceive those familiar signs. I also wondered if we shouldn’t do the same: erect signs to mark past mistakes, happy moments, goals that we seek… It would make it much easier paddling throughout our lives.