Somewhere in the South Venice Lagoon (thanks Armando, my old good friend). Our rendezvous is planned for early in the morning at the boat's moorage. Setting up the little outboard engine on the boat takes at least 20 minutes, due to my lack of experience. Armando acts with skills and precision, as if he had done it since he was born. Finally, we move away from the shore, sailing through the wide canal of the waterway. When we get to the first sandbanks, I see Armando looking quickly from the left to the right, looking for the right way to go. It's quite hard moving through this environment: there are no signs, everything is damn flat. Armando has a map stored in his mind, I guess. And with every new trip, he has to update this map, because the pattern of canals changes every now and again, due to the variation of the tide. We cross narrow canals, all identical to me. On the left and on the right, precarious strips of mud and sand protect us all way long, sometimes there is a thick vegetation on them. It looks like a surreal landscape, but few elements, some signs like this fish trap, show that this place is alive and inhabited by hunters and fishermen. And by Armando, of course, who surprises me again, taking a narrow canal I thought it was impassable. I have the stones of Venice in my soul. Armando lets me enjoy the water of Venice, improving my being Venetian perfectly.