Because you have to save such a ship "- that was Josef Martin's succinct answer to my question about WHY. Now, the sad thing that remains of the X10 MARABU, built by Abeking & Rasmussen in 1935 and once a proud 100sqm X10 MARABU, is standing on the yard of his shipyard.
Already in 2009 Martin bought it - in Ipswich UK, unseen, only on the basis of pictures like he insures. On a Low- Loader-Truck, she had come all the way to Radolfzell. He didn't buy boats just because they were old. They should be beautiful, he adds in a tone that leaves no doubt about the conviction with which he has managed his business since 1973.
 
If you look at Google under "Marabu","Seefahrtskreuzer" or the English pendant "Windfall" you will very quickly come to the relevant forum entries in which you can find reports of almost legendary sailing characteristics and fantastic lines - always followed by the question of where MARABU will stay. So far it has remained unanswered.
For eight years, there was no investor who brought enough enthusiasm and money to run this project together with Martin-Yachts. Now just start and intensify the search for a buyer. In Martin's case, the yacht, whose sails remained "high and dry" in Ipswich UK for 4 years on the still standing mast during summer and winter, could at least be professionally preserved on land. However, the condition will not improve either, decay is advanced and time is short.
 
Boatbuilder Olaf sacrifices his lunch break and supervises every one of my awkward steps on the ladder leading up to the deck of MARABU. Arriving there, a thought immediately shoots through my head:"Even if I don't break through the deck, the ship underneath me will probably just collapse at any moment.
Very cautiously I climb over the debris in the cockpit until I reach the end, hung down over the remaining more or less loose beams until I stand in the galley. The gimbal-mounted stove looks kind of burnt, I wouldn't take any drinking water from the tap with the inscription "Fresh Water" even after several times of flushing and the bunks in the saloon are missing the mattresses, but nevertheless a few rats that look through the cracks could fit quite well into the picture.
 
Olaf is also up here for the first time. He shakes his head at the idea that here - where gaping cracks were only closed with adhesive tape, where rust and decay poured their way through the fleetingly lacquered surfaces - budding sailors were trained and innocent sailing tourists spent carefree holidays.
 
Even 12 years ashore can't hide the state that MARABU must have been at sea in its last months.