"Without ever being tired, and never miss an opportunity, because nature is starting to not friendly with us. Maybe this is all our fault too, but we're just little man who have to survive, from the ferociously ocean, and the uncertain weather that began". That's a phrase that I catch from each blood sweat flowing from the fishermen. Beneath the blazing sun, which blacken their skin, the traditional fishermen kept spread their nets into the sea, tirelessly.
No comments yet.