text: I rember that when I was a young boy, I used to work at my aunt's farm. I'm a hardworking person, that is not really used to the sea during my second trip. The effect that was caused me not being use to the sea was I had a job as a night watchman, I had to check on the animals every hour. Then one day I was doing my daily rottone when a storm hit and I lose my blance, I'm lucky that I'm okay thought.