Ahmet Girit is a balıkçı, it’s Turkish and means fisherman. A fisherman is one of the most neglected members of the human society. Though he serves the community at the risk of his life yet he belongs to the forgotten class.
Every day between two and four in the morning, the fisherman from the Princess Islands, prepares his gear, using nets, hook and line, and spears, takes his breakfast, dresses in warm clothes and leaves his home. He walks to his boat with his family and fellow fishers and goes to sea.
As he heads out to sea, other fishers return. They have been at sea for most of the night. Their sacks are filled with fishing nets. Sometimes the catch has not been good for one group, which barely fills half a pail. Another group fared slightly better with about five to ten kilograms of fish. Although Ahmet’s catches are satisfying normally, but “one should never count one’s fishes before they’re hatched”, he says.
When I met Ahmet Girit lonely at the sea shore comtemplating, he smiled at me. We just stood there looking into the distance, enjoying the waves protected by the soul of the sea. He started talking about his life as a fisherman, how good it was and that the sea always has been there for him. Fishers, like most people, value the time they spend with their families. I got to know about Ahmet’s wife who has been deceased already some time ago and that his daughter left the island after marriage, when she was still young. But he was telling me this with such a happy voice, that it wasn’t an unpleasant conversation at all. An old friend of him, with whom he used to fish, joined us and we just appreciated ourselves.