It was especially nice at this time of year on the clean shores of Italy, washed by cold, clean water. Warmth and freshness. That's what accompanied every summer morning that Bruno spent fishing. Time after time, net after net. Sea salinity and humidity.

It is not the first morning that his blue eyes meet this, which has become very special, look. Time after time, net after net, he turns his head and notices a figure walking on the warm shore, who will look back at him and continue walking in their direction, so that the next morning, this ritual will repeat itself.

This morning was no exception. His hands were wet, and his feet were up to his knees in water. For some reason, it was especially difficult to cope with the water today, although the sea was still in peace. Perhaps Bruno's mind was not as clear as before. After some time of work, the man, as if at the sound of an alarm clock, turns his head to the shore and sees that very figure.

"Buongiorno!"

For some reason, it was today, on this sunny morning, that Bruno decided to find out who this figure was that was constantly keeping him company.