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Birth of Captain Cork

The birth of

Captain Cork

Dad was an ecologist long before it was a trend. I can assure you, growing up it wasn’t always fun to have to recycle, reuse, pass on stuff, buy second hand, do and make it yourself, go green, be one with nature, don’t waste money, water and other resources, …. In a world where speed and mass consumption are the social norm, you are quickly seen as an ‘underdog’ by others.

My father, Erwin De Quint, our captain, is the great inspiration behind Captain Cork.

I could never imagine this would ever become my vision in life.

When I look back, my father was a genius and way before his time. Or was the time passing him by and was he just very back to basic? Who will tell?

After a long career at the port of Antwerp, Papa bought a ruin in Portugal five years ago. A hundred-year-old house on a hill by the river in a little quiet town Ul, where time stood still. This was his dream, he would completely restore the house and make it self-sufficient in an old and traditional manner. As soon as he retired, he would come to live in his little ecological house permanently.

He lived his dream, saved money and went to Portugal every holiday and free moment to work on his dream home. And there was a lot of work, no electricity (which had to be generated by a ruin of a grain mill), no water, damaged walls and roofs. Steadily he got the house in shape. A very beautiful shape.

The house brought us so much closer together, I did the administrative work for him, the translations, the banking business and occasionally travelled along when ‘scholarly and literate things’ – his words – had to happen. I began to understand his vision of life, was inspired and looked up at his courage and unstoppable enthusiasm.

In February 2018, Papa got unwell and soon the heavy verdict followed: Cancer of the esophagus. No one had seen this coming, he was such a healthy, athletic and active man, never smoked or drank. But Dad never got discouraged. The cancer was just a hurdle that he had to pass before he could get back to work on the eco-house.

On the 9th of June 2018, my dad died at home, with his daughters close to him, after an intense period of unimaginable physical suffering.

I got fired on the 9th of July 2018. (And I do not believe in coincidence.) That same day I decided to cancel three scheduled job interviews, not to send or publish my updated CV, and to unsubscribe me from emails about vacancies in my branch.

Entrepreneurship, continuing the sustainable dream of my dad, that was my new mission.