In November 1942, the ocean swallowed the SS Benlomond in less than 120 seconds Amid the waves, a Chinese man named Poon Lim, second steward on board, managed to free himself from the wreckage and floated for hours until he found a wooden raft. It wasn't salvation, but limbo: biscuits, chocolate, sugar, a jug of water, a few flares, two funnels, and a flashlight. No company, no route, just the void of the Atlantic. The attack was the work of the German submarine U-172. Of the 54 crew members, only six managed to leave the ship. Lim was the only survivor. For 133 days, the sea was his only home. He caught birds, drank their blood, fished with improvised lines, faced a shark, hauled it aboard, killed it with a jug, and ate it. Every day was a pact with hunger, every night a duel with loneliness. When the Brazilian coast finally appeared on the horizon, Poon was a man, nine kilos lighter, but still able to walk. Local fishermen found him and helped him, but they didn't save him:...
In November 1942, the ocean swallowed the SS Benlomond in less than 120 seconds Amid the waves, a Chinese man named Poon Lim, second steward on board, managed to free himself from the wreckage and floated for hours until he found a wooden raft. It wasn't salvation, but limbo: biscuits, chocolate, sugar, a jug of water, a few flares, two funnels, and a flashlight. No company, no route, just the void of the Atlantic. The attack was the work of the German submarine U-172. Of the 54 crew members, only six managed to leave the ship. Lim was the only survivor. For 133 days, the sea was his only home. He caught birds, drank their blood, fished with improvised lines, faced a shark, hauled it aboard, killed it with a jug, and ate it. Every day was a pact with hunger, every night a duel with loneliness. When the Brazilian coast finally appeared on the horizon, Poon was a man, nine kilos lighter, but still able to walk. Local fishermen found him and helped him, but they didn't save him:...
