She dreams of being a fisherwoman. A happy fisherwoman, so she could make the shimmering aqua, something she has always had mystery over at, as her last resort. To move life forward in the middle of sea watching the waves crash hearing them laugh in silence. To take in the sun go down from the window of her house everyday and twinkle her honey brown eyes with the glowing stars at night and rise up to the first light up above. She wishes to have fishers as neighbours, fishers as friends. To look at how beautifully their men spread the thick blue net onto the water and to decorate the freshly painted boats with colorfully dancing miniature bulbs and dance to the boat song. Catching sight of the boats move round in troops and looking over the bridge, at the common people walk their busy life she admires her own, silent life by the river.