When I was a kid the priest asked permission to my father, who was a fisherman, so I could study on a scholarship and my father agreed. I joined the seminary but did not finish, then I went on to be a telegraph operator and I finally got a job in a bank. But I never stopped going fishing before starting at the office every day though. It seems clear that there must be some genetic component to fishing.
One day at Pozo Izquierdo with my father the sea was so rough that I, young and inexperienced, thought that jumping into the sea was the best thing I could do. My father grabbed me and said: if you jump over, we both will die, as I will jump after you to fetch you, whereas if we stay together on the boat we have a chance to survive. So it was, as we bailed out the water and made it to safety onshore.
When I was a little kid I used to sit at the door to the house and would stay there until I saw the sails in the horizon to put my mind at ease, as this meant that my father was coming back home alive and kicking. Every day it was a burst of joy seeing him arrive.
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