The almadraba through japanese eyes
Summary:
A logbook by Sensei Hiroshi Umi.
Today the easterly wind has chosen to treat us kindly. Almost like a caress. The morning lulls the sea, which has scarcely shaken off its slumbers, lending it an unusual and alarming docility. All is ready at the almadraba pound net in Barbate, a mile and a half from dry land, for the last day’s fishing of the season. Providence and destiny await this final levantá. At a signal from the captain of the fishing boat, just at the moment when the tides turn, the 30-metre deep net is slowly raised, like a vast, legendary, woven shroud emerging from the waters.