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We live right next to a tiny fishing village. Every night, just before sunset all the people from the village gather to catch the evening fish. After weeks of watching from our patio, last night I decided to head down to the beach for a closer look.

When I arrived the first net was already in the water, and just about to be hauled in. A couple of the boys were swimming in the water slapping the surface to direct the fish into the net, while about 20 people grabbed the ends of the net and started to slowly pull it to shore. While they worked their way down the net hauling it in bit by bit, the next group set about launching the second net. They had three nets that worked in rotation. As the haul from one net was being unloaded, they would start to pull in the second net and get set to launch the third.

The anticipation grew as the water seemed to almost come alive. Hundreds of tiny fish started to jump about, causing ripples in the water, and shrieks of excitement from the shore. As the net made it’s way in, buckets and buckets of tiny fish were unloaded and dumped into a small banca on shore.

These fish are are only a couple of inches long and will be cooked and eaten whole because they are too small to filet. (Decades of over-fishing, and the pressures of feeding a rapidly growing population, have greatly reduced the number or large fish.)

As the excitement wound down, groups gathered to collect their share. Young children with plastic bags, families with buckets, the tiny fish were divvied out to all those who helped.

Net after net, the process continued. What I first saw as only chaos, slowly started to makes sense. Everyone worked together, everyone had a job. Young and old, they all pitched in to catch their fish for the day – or go hungry.