.

.

.

.

Working on a farm, it means sharing with the family its daily life.  At the end of a long working day, Yoishiro asked me if I want to go fishing with his eight year old Beiju. Fishing by night in the Japanese sea was an unprecedented experience. I couldn’t say no! I knew I would be tired the day after, but my curiosity got the better of me one more time.

When we arrived at Sakata prefecture by the sea, Yoishiro opened the lorry and started preparing the fishing rods. We were nearly in the dark. The installation of lights near the sea was essential. The lights gave a sweet and peaceful atmosphere to the night. Armed with my fishing rod, looking for a meal for breakfast, I was thinking about nothing in particular. The moon was turning yellow. The only noises you could hear were the waves and the electric generator. The rest was silence. The port smelled salt and fresh fishes. Suddenly, the rod tugged… a fish! Quickly, you had to pull the string up. Sometime it was a false alarm, most of the time our instinct got it right. When Beiju caught a fish, he called his father. You could hear a mix of panic and excitement in his voice.

After three hours of fishing, we started feeling cold and tired and we set off back home. I could have continued for a few more hours, I was kind of captivated by the atmosphere of the night. Yoishiro seemed so focused on his work that he felt like he was somewhere else. His son, happy with the three fish he caught, was already sleeping in the lorry in an uncomfortable position. On the way back home, I felt the tiredness but also the satisfaction of living this magical moment.

In the morning, the grandma fried our freshly caught fish. The whole family filled the stomachs with it. We were ready to start a new day.