My worst nightmares when I was a child… well I think that maybe was the loneliness. My fear was like me alone in the street. Maybe it was related with my other fear at that time which was that my mom stopped loving me. Even I literaly dreamed with the mix of these fears haha. When I was five years old (I think) I dreamed that I was in a bus with my mom and (my memory is not so precise) one of us stayed in the bus, and the other one got off the bus, so... I was lonely!!! Without my mom!!! then I started to cry so hard that I woke up with tears, and I looked for my mom crying, and she hugged me and said that " I would never do something like that, we will always get off the bus together".

And my fear when I was a teenager was focused in the PSU, the grades, and basically the academic. And I almost forget something even worst… I have other fear… the acne hahaha, the worst time of my life, no doubt.

My friend Nico took this picture from a big rock. This scenario shows a vew from one side of the small cove of “Pellines”. You can’t see me clearly, because I’m too small from that perspective, but I am in the left, the left lateral side. My work group and me, have this course called “Taller de Etnografía” or something like that. We suppose to choose a topic and a locality in which we must do a field work and an etnography. We are six people: Gabi, Nico, Kiltro, Osvaldo, another Nico and me. Kiltro knew this small cove that seemed the perfect place for an etnography work. And we took a bus in the south direction. This is 2014…

We stayed in a small hause, with three rooms, and with all the necessary, the stuff for the cooking time, etc.

One week we work with fisher men and women. We hear storys and fears about the fishing law, the great industria and the injustice.

I learn a lot that week, about society, friendship, other ways of job and hierarchy, the resignation, the fight, sadness and rage.