This practice was accompanied by lots of memorable experiences: the smell of the fish and the river, sunrises early in the morning, calm and almost mirror-like water, the process of untangling the wet nets after the fish was taken out. The river fish was full of small bones, and it was a bit dangerous and therefore slow to eat. So if the fishing process wasn’t about the food, than what made it special? In my case, the possibility to interact with the river and the person who taught me new skills and passed to me her embodied knowledge. I haven’t been in this village since I was 14 years old and I’m not sure if I ever have a chance to come back. The river has probably changed: the weeds might have overtaken it, and it will hardly be the same as in my memories.