I really enjoyed this poetic look at an isolated Senegalese fishing village, surviving day-to-day on dwindling Atlantic fish, surrounded by graves of the lost at sea. Anna Badkhen hired herself out to fish, and just hung around, watching, listening, asking and accepting. Near the end of the book she uses the phrase “like an itinerant storyteller”, and based on this book and her other titles, maybe that‘s what she is.