If I had to describe him with one word, I would definitely say “passionate”.
After the recent disaster of Costa Concordia, because of which 11 people died and more than 20 are still missing, it turns out that he used to work on the same cruise ship, and I couldn’t help but ask him about it and how it felt like when he heard about the accident.
He was so kind to share some photos of his experience on board, together with some comments on what happened. I’m posting these photos below, followed by Giuseppe’s comments.
My name tag: the tangible memory of the time I spent on board.
It indicates my role on board: “tour escort“, that means supervising the excursions.
One of the most tiring excursions: the Pyramids tour. We could take more than 50 buses from Alexandria to Cairo: the biggest landing of all Costa’s fleet.
Normally it took about 2 hours just to disembark all the people, and the fact that they managed to evacuate the ship in 40 minutes is a honor to my collegues…
Athens: in its harbor we often met other competitors’ cruise ships, such as Msc.
They looked like motorboats, if compared to Concordia.
This is a picture of me on one of my last excursions with Costa Concordia: the city of Viterbo, Italy.
It’s not easy to describe what happened, even harder to express the feeling that I have looking at a cruise ship where I spent 12 months of my life, 24 hours a day.
You get to a point where you don’t even call it “a ship” anymore – you call it home, a point of reference, a place where you have feelings, satisfactions, moments of joy in which you get to know the meaning of success and understand how to manage such a large group of people.
Everything feels surreal now. The bond among you and the collegues, and with the ship is amazingly strong. It’s a parallel world that protects you from the dangers of the sea and from… everyday life’s ones. You find yourself in a protected world, and you can see what happens outside but it doesn’t really touch you because your reality is on the ship and what’s outside of it is just a distant echo of news.
It might sound selfish but that’s exactly how it works as after months spent on a ship, you only care about life on board.
What I fear is that the effort of my colleagues will be belittled, just because of someone that couldn’t handle an emergency.
You really become a family that shares everything including everyone else’s trouble without any distinction of team.
if something goes wrong, it’s everyone’s fault.
Having 4000 people you have to assist to in every possible way is not easy but in my memories I only have moments of joy.
With what happened I lost a place where many important moments of my life were kept, I was scared for all the people I know who were still on board, but luckily they were all fine. Other people were not that lucky.
My condolences go to who lost their beloved ones, and I understand the grief and disappointment of the staff who wasn’t able to save them all.