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In the late afternoon on the wall of each Riola Sardo house rests a laurel branch. The dark green leaves lay on the opaque pastels where the sun is missing, or are stirred in shadows in the breeze when the light arrives slanting and intense. Three days before the committee of the feast of S. Anna cut the branches from the luxuriant hedges of Milis, paying the farmers in baskets of fish.

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The neophytes reluctantly descend the steps giving access to the lavoriero, the cage in which the fish gets trapped. The murky water marks the depth on the T-shirts. The fishermen help them to welcome the net, which Paolo unravels and offers from the bank.