He was born on a coconut strewn beach and raised on coconut juice and fish pulled from the sea. He learned nothing but what the sea and the sand had to teach. Then they came and said they’d bought his beach. And he went out to sea on a skiff made of styrofoam and teak and watch them build high-rises of steel and concrete. Then foreigners came, burning their skin, leaving trash on the beach. And the man who knew only what the sea and the sand had to teach died in view of his trash strewn beach.