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Last year the fishermen fought with the surfers.

Angry fists and shouting words.

“Whaaat? Whaaat? Whaaat?” cried the gulls.

“There’s enough sea for everybody,” said

Yusuf ’s father. He showed them the fishing

licence that had been Oupa Salie’s. “Waves for

all. Water for free.”