Monday, 16 January 2012
A fisher named Freyton
And what do you mean by all your life, I ask. Freyton doesn’t hesitate to answer: “I am 40 years old, and I have been fishing for 40 years.” He is a fisherman from a quaint coastal hamlet called Aalanthalai, and has a private collection of conches that numbers in the hundreds. However, once his livelihood began to shrink after the invasion of trawlers and the pollution of his beloved sea, Freyton hasn’t been able to do anything else but worry. He won’t sell his conches even though he knows they will fetch a fortune. “Some things are more important than money,” he says.
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