The sea is still there. As if nothing had happened. And it seems calm. In Tanji, life follows its usual pace. Fishermen return with the finished work; others, left after long hours of sailing, rest on the warm blonde sand. Dozens of colorful cayuca remain stranded along with half-built boats waiting for their time to enter the water. Far from the shore, huge mountains of nets of intense turquoise are piled up. The smell of saltpetre, fresh fish …
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The sea is still there. As if nothing had happened. And it seems calm. In Tanji, life follows its usual pace. Fishermen return with the finished work; others, left after long hours of sailing, rest on the warm blonde sand. Dozens of colorful cayuca remain stranded along with half-built boats waiting for their time to enter the water. Far from the shore, huge mountains of nets of intense turquoise are piled up. The smell of saltpetre, fresh fish …