He always thought he was just like all fishermen, madly in love with the sea, but with him it was completely different. He breathed water! Not a day went by without him going fishing, unless someone accompanied him, and no matter how bad the weather. They nicknamed him "Ocean Sun" after the largest fish he caught in their village centuries ago. He felt overwhelmed with happiness when he found his day sunny and the breeze was gentle as he had wished. He smiled happily, he had to go fishing quickly. “It seems that today is my lucky day,” he whispered to her as he quickly left the window. For more than two months, his livelihood had been scarce due to the cold weather and the fish escaping to the far reaches of the sea. He was filled with energy to change his clothes and drink his coffee quickly, very excited. He drew hundreds of cheerful scenarios in his mind as he sipped his coffee with relish. The first was that he would go deep into the sea to catch the biggest fish he would ever catch, to make up for the months of depression he had lived due to the bad weather. His last and most important dream was his beloved “Laia,” whom he would finally marry when he grew up after he got enough money to buy marital furniture. At that time, he would have completed his thirty-fifth year.