When my father died he had this painting in his room. I do not know where he got it from, probably from an incognito artist on the streets. He loved old sailing ships. I took it and decided to intervene it with a nuclear explosion, some forest fires, in the background a rough sea, a few pajarusas, and a manifesto of my writing on the sails. There is a dangerous rock in front of HMS Ignorance followed close by HMS Clueless. Any generation followed by the next.