Work, but also something more than that.

Such a normal morning in Moreré, trying not to burn (again) my skin under the Brazilian sun. Until I saw some people pulling a rope. The view was so interesting, little by little kids, elderly, and even dogs joined the pulling.

I was reading under a palm and felt the urge to get in and help pull that rope. I quickly made friends and, to my surprise, I understood that I was participating in the village fishing morning. Once every now and then, people all reunited to fish for the whole village.

It was fun to be included in such a thing, until the sun finally (re)claimed victory over my skin.