Fisherman, grandfather, leader and translator. Don José continues to practice the ancient fishing rituals his grandfather taught him in childhood. He chants scared “icaros” to the fish, calling them to him, and hangs his hooks and places his nets
with infinite patience.
Don José floats through the water, propelled by a single oar held in his right hand which he moves slowly, as though stirring a spoon. On the shore the boat continues to move with the waves. His wife, Doña Vilma, and the viewers are witnesses of
his journeys on the river.
In the dark of the night a flashlight is visible. Drawing closer we see it is tied to the side of Don José’s head, like a moving lighthouse. He tirelessly checks every hook and line, accompanied by a symphony of insects. During the long waiting hours, Don José always has a story to tell.
“The day I don’t fish, I don’t eat.”