At this point, it was hard to pick sides and sort feelings. I finally realized that things weren't black and white. I couldn't hate the man who was trying to feed his family. I have learned one thing for sure in working on this assignment. It is that there is no good, no bad.
Nothing is outlined here that makes it easier to point the finger at one person over another.
There is only the struggle to survive, for both species. Tomorrow, more of these fishermen, whom I once perceived as being awful, heartless people, will come to our private beach in good spirits as they share stories and jokes over coffee and leftover nasi lemak. They will shake hands with us when they leave. We, in return, will smile warmly and bid them well. There will be no one to be angry at, to hate.