ABSTRACT
In a land of volcanoes and fishermen there is no other way than to have faith and believe, always living in the hope of a miracle. On one end, there is land – a loud, enraged, and unpredictable monster. On the other, there is the ocean – another loud and enraged monster, claiming the souls of the most reckless and the bold. Thorn between fire and water, there is constant hoping for non-destruction and faith in permanence and survival. Thus, the church is never empty, even today, but especially on Sunday mornings. They need to keep their faith. They pray as if mumbling imperceptible words. They do the sign of the cross. Fresh holy water is sprinkled over them to soothe the rages of the salty elements. They are men of the land, and the sea, sprayed by salt and holly water.
