Fishing trawlers _Gloomy skies _The big blue Aegean Sea. The fishermen of Izmir sail into the open sea right at the crack of dawn. The wintry sea breeze. The salt in the air. The splashing of the waves echoing off the distant coastline. Tempestuous yet strangely serene, the sea welcomes them day in, day out. This is their playing field, their home away from home. It is infinite. It is honest and pure. It is oddly liberating. The taming of the waves, the value of the precious catch. A promise. A reward. A sense of accomplishment all the way from the first to the last net of the day.
