It’s Saturday morning. In the deep sea mist, there are fishermen setting out for dark blue parts of the Gibraltar Strait. At the shore, families gather to practice the art of fishing. But as I look at the group, I don’t see much fishing going on. There are conversations. Moments of silence. Moments of relaxation. As the sun breaks through the mist, they look up and a grin appears on their faces. They didn’t have conversations because they were fishing. They were fishing to have conversations.

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