Tourist buses open and from within swells of people arrive to catch a little bit of history, of mended fishing nets and the harsh scent of salt water.
“Look, back when the fishing port was created in 1896. Remember?” “I haven‘t lived there yet you idiot!”
“But you can still see it.” “Yeah, I know.”
“We should hurry if we still want to see. So look and put the phone down! Here comes the crab ship.”
“Back there this wooden terrace I would love to sit in the sun.” “Let’s go and remember the good old days.”
“I don‘t want to remember, I want to eat! Crab rolls are so delicious.”
Tourist buses open and from within swells of people arrive to catch a little bit of history, of mended fishing nets and the harsh scent of salt water.
“Look, back when the fishing port was created in 1896. Remember?” “I haven‘t lived there yet you idiot!”
“But you can still see it.” “Yeah, I know.”
“We should hurry if we still want to see. So look and put the phone down! Here comes the crab ship.”
“Back there this wooden terrace I would love to sit in the sun.” “Let’s go and remember the good old days.”
“I don‘t want to remember, I want to eat! Crab rolls are so delicious.”