There aren’t tree here, not even bushes. The wind blows for the major part of the year. The landscape is empty and lunar. I’m here because of the water and waves. Every day I fight with the ocean or I observe others doing it. When I’m on the top of the waves only I can decide where to go. But those are only moments. I realize the I’m meaningless. Later on, the ocean asks to wait. So I’m looking for a next wave, for this moment of happiness when I’ll feel this overwhelming power. – Sebastian, surfing instructor