I still remember the first time I put on a mask. I was in Tunisia with my cousin, probably five or six years old. Seeing fish underwater for the first time is still one of my greatest memories. From that moment, I was hooked. My spearfishing journey started with him. He made a living from the sea, catching octopus, and by the age of seven or eight, I was already following him into the water. We would swim out from the shore and dive together. He was always so patient with me. Later, during my summers in Tunisia, I started following the fishermen from my village. Eventually, I began heading out with my own speargun, spending hours in the water and catching some beautiful fish. I caught my first dentex when I was twelve. That childhood passion eventually led me to become a freediving instructor. For me, spearfishing is where it all began. Freediving wouldn’t mean the same to me without it. It’s my connection to the sea, to my childhood, and to the people who taught me. And thanks to ...