The life and the soul of fishermen, where the triumph of a lifetime of sacrifices finds its right appreciation in family ties and in the true values we too often tend to ignore or forget they exist.
The generational tradition, the respect for the sea, the fear and the challenge of man’s adventure, the survival to eat and trade. Nothing is created, nothing is destroyed, everything is transformed. The ports of small towns, just like the one in Fano, are different. They have changed, over the years. Deeply changed. Yet, their richness hasn’t changed. They are rich in mankind, so varied and bursting, noisy and tireless. Multiethnic: north African people, Ceylonese people, Indians, Egyptians. It’s wrong to claim that something, once change occurs, should be considered “dead”.
Traditions won’t perish as long as we hear those raucous voices, that peculiar expression, the accent of those “oldies” we’ve grown up with and who are still working with the same courageous old-time determination. And in spite of everything.