“Wake up Sven.” Set my father to me. It was morning and the sun began to shine. I ate bread, brown cheese and milk for breakfast whit my father, Ole. A big strong man with long blond hair. My mother and my little brother Lars were still sleeping. We got out of the house and only the fishermen were awake. We walked down to the rocky beach, where our boat was. Her name was “Olivia”. My father chose that name because it was the same name as my mother. The boat was colorful and decorated like the rest of the fisherman’s boat. But only ours had a thig red stripe going around the boat. My father had already but the necessary things yesterday. I was excited, it was my first day of fishing. We sailed to a spot near a rocky cliff. My father said to me “We arrived, now it is your turn Sven” I took the net and put it in the water it in the water. Then we waited and waited. I sit in a corner of the ship. After a while I sleep…