It's eight o'clock in the morning on a Friday with a good summer sea, and the bluefish boats, which have been working in the darkness, have already unloaded the crates of sardines and anchovies at the fishing dock. They arrived punctually, around 7:30 a.m., and even more punctual is the flat screen, like a television, that has quickly switched on on the dock itself. The screen shows the auction price for the crates. No one is calling out their prices, no voices are raised saying "I'll take these." There is only silence and cell phones. And a strong smell of the salty sea, mingling with that of the fresh sardines sticking out of the crates.