The fishermen of Bari, like mothers tucking in their tired children, gently cover their boats to shield them—from the scorching sun, from the rain, from the salt that slowly wears things away. With weathered cloths and worn-out sheets, they protect what they love, moved by a quiet desire to preserve it from the erosion of time. It’s a silent act of love. A gesture of care, respect, and renewal for something so precious, something that has given so much. A hopeful ritual that prepares the boats for tomorrow—for new journeys at sea.