Monomad | Fishermen and Fishing Nets

That afternoon on the coast of Pusong, a group of fishermen were engrossed in sewing nets in a field located not far from the beach. They nimbly wean, repairing damaged trawler tissue. This has become a routine job for them, as if they are knitting their lives that are not too lucky, such as acting countries who are happy with sprees.

A grandfather named Ali, very friendly welcomed me, he casually answered every question I asked. A cigarette accompanied him to work, as if it was lara's comforting heart. The sea is like a map that must be constantly read, he said. Otherwise observant we will be faced with millions of aral that can tear the net.

We talked until the sun almost set. I thank Grandpa Ali for being willing to document some of his pictures. I left the coastal village as the sun left a fierce day.

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