Walking on the Floor of the Sea

Along the North Sea coast there is a strange and wonderful place called the Wattenmeer. Twice every day the sea slips away from the land, retreating for kilometres and leaving the seabed open to the sky. What was deep water in the morning becomes a wide, shining plain by afternoon. Walkers gather at the edge, take off their shoes, and step out onto the floor of the sea.

Uz obalu Sjevernog mora nalazi se čudno i predivno mjesto zvano Wattenmeer. Dva puta svaki dan more se povlači s kopna, uzmičući kilometrima i ostavljajući morsko dno otvoreno prema nebu. Ono što je ujutro bila duboka voda, do popodneva postaje široka, blistava ravnica. Šetači se okupljaju na rubu, izuju cipele i zakorače na dno mora.

The mud is soft and cool under bare feet, and it presses up between the toes. The flats are not empty. They are full of tiny life: small shells, little crabs, and the curling casts left by worms under the ground. A guide leads the group toward a distant island, watching the time with care, because the open seabed is only borrowed from the sea.

Blato je mekano i hladno pod bosim stopalima, i pritišće se između prstiju. Ravnice nisu prazne. Pune su sitnog života: malih školjki, sitnih rakova i uvijenih tragova koje ostavljaju crvi pod zemljom. Vodič vodi skupinu prema udaljenom otoku, pomno prateći vrijeme, jer je otvoreno morsko dno samo posuđeno od mora.

Then the tide turns. The water comes back fast, much faster than people expect, racing in silver lines across the flats. This is why no one walks here alone. The guide knows the safe paths and the right hours, so the group reaches firm land again before the sea takes back its floor.

Zatim se plima okreće. Voda se vraća brzo, mnogo brže nego što ljudi očekuju, jureći u srebrnim crtama preko ravnica. Zato ovdje nitko ne šeta sam. Vodič poznaje sigurne staze i prava vremena, tako da skupina ponovno stigne na čvrsto tlo prije nego što more uzme natrag svoje dno.