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Juul Hondius dreams an estuary

The small village Pereque on the coast of Brasil, near Santos.  A small river full of life flows along the beach into the sea. Sweet water meets the salt.

Estuary zones have always been my place to be. The smooth tidal rithm. In Pereque it’s the smell of rotten algea and fish. Thousands of bright red sandcrabs take a good look at me. They disappear together all at once when I jump with my feet on the sand. 

The reality is that many of the fisherman living in this paradise are having a hard time while trying to survive. At night in the bar they wonder out loud: what would happen if they would make the shift towards piracy?