In the evening, I walk alone by the sea. When I come to the brass chest, I sit and remember how I came to this country. When I was an infant, the brass chest carried my mother and me over the sea. We came ashore at this very place. I will never forget the song she sang to put me to sleep:
Child, my child, how sound you sleep!
Though your mother’s care is deep,
You can lie with heart at rest,
In the narrow brass-bound chest….
That song put us both to rest. It even did the same for the wind and the sea.