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My father
suffered a few shipwreck
it was at that point that my father decided to stay at home
it wasn´t easy
but he said that none one was going to look for him under the sea water
so he decided to fish around the estuary, not futher
fish at his own pace
with less posibilities of drown
whenever he noticed a blow of wind
he refused to sail
respect for the sea was always his must, a rule to obey
he was happy fishing with his own tackles sardine and mackerel
he was fishing everyday, nowdays you can only go fishing from Monday to Friday
the whole family was very happy for him
even my grandmother, because she was the one whe shell the fish
people use to call her "Chata"
and my father nick name was "Cachoucho"
at the end everybody was happy when my father was fishing: Cachoucho is go fishing!
let´s by him sardines!