"Plospó" had grown up in that fishing village, where four families owned everything: boats, motors, bait, refrigerators..., and the rest worked for them. It wasn't that the fishermen earned very little, but the custom was to go out to sea for two or three months, depending on the season, then upon arriving at the port collect the money earned and spend it all on women, gambling, and drinks. So by the next harvest they had nothing, they borrowed from the boat owners, went into debt, and paid when they returned; it was a vicious cycle.

In the village, everyone had a nickname, and Gustavo Adolfo was called "Plospó" from a young age, because he was always fat, fat, and when he walked, his belly looked like a boiling pot of "plos plos." In other words, he had an onomatopoeic name.

But his fatness didn't prevent him from being a good fisherman, and, unlike most fishermen, he didn't drink and saved some money; his dream was to have lots of dollars and return to the village a millionaire. And so he did.

That morning, he took the first bus to the capital and didn't sleep the entire way, thinking about the money he would make there.

With that fixed idea of ​​becoming a millionaire, "Plospó" quickly managed to conquer the capital and make a lot of money, first by selling fish, and then by opening restaurants all over the country.
He became truly rich and visited the village from time to time. His old fishing friends admired him for having achieved his goal of becoming a rich man.

He built a house for his family and filled them with luxuries; he also indulged their every whim; He had everything he had set out for, but his face didn't reflect happiness; rather, he had become a silent and sad man.

One morning, while he was smoking alone on the porch of his house facing the sea, his aunt asked him:

"What's wrong, Gustavo Adolfo? Why are you so sad if you have everything you wanted?"

"Not everything, Aunt—I'm missing that thing over there," said "Plospló," pointing to the sea.

Then he fell silent, forced into silence because the words wouldn't come out. Then he continued:

"When you are born facing the sea, when you have been a fisherman, you cannot be happy except at sea. That's why, every time I come back here and then leave, I feel something inside me die."

His aunt hugged him like when he was a child; he remained silent and went to his room.

The next day, just like the first time he left, he quietly opened the door of his house, heard his aunt's sobs, and left quickly, before his feelings betrayed him. Afterward, he never returned to the village.

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