Migrant thoughts

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A few days ago, a few miles off Marettimo, when the long crossing had almost been accomplished, a tiny voice from Trapani was issuing a navigational warning: a dead body had been spptted drifting at the sueface between Levanzo and the islet Formica.

I heard today that in the end the body had been fished out and it belonged to a professional sailor who had been declared missing for weeks.

Useless, though, to say that my mind thought of other bodies that fill the Sicily Channel. Especially now that I find myself here too. Today they’re African, Middle Eastern. Seventy years ago they were Europeans when during World War II the channel was a strategic place for the fate of the world. Two thousand years ago they were Carthaginians, Romans.

From my humble point of view of seafarer and Mediterranean man used to sleep in camping tents or on the ground in boats of newly known people, at the mercy of weather and wind, what happens in this country seems to me more and more absurd: t-shirts, watches, Transatlantic metropolises.

What are you talking about, and what are you debating about, people?

And in the meantime, miniskirts and perfumes for men parade along the “corso” of the minor islands, arrogant, careless, impersonal, like every year, all the same…


Posted on: 8.Jul.2018   Leave a comment

#14 Isola del Giglio – Departure

Away we go from Giglio Island. Here I found a new accent, a new geology (after black lava here begin the bright granites), but still a wonderful welcome which, it is pretty much clear now, only the small islands can give this way.

Thanks to Massimo Bancalà from the Nautical Club for organizing everything. To Paolo Fanciulli, owner of the legendary Hotel Bahamas for the room that allowed me to take a big shower after the 5 total days that it took me from Ponza to here. To Mario of the Ristorante l’Archetto for the food and the unforgettable chat. To the mayor for his sharing his vision of how things go around here.
And then to Giovanni for relating me the story of Giglio, whose people came either from Val d’Orca – a rural region in Tuscany – (Giglio Castello) or from Torre Annunziata and Ischia – Campania region – and from Ligury (Giglio Porto): indeed, yet another story about mediterranean blendings between islands which should teach us so much about what is happening today.

But the very great moment was in the morning at Giglio Castello’s primary school where I spoke about my voyage to many curious children shily shouting and asking smart questions. It’ll be that I’m getting old, it’ll be that I get more and more convinced that if anything can change it all depends on them.

Elba island on my way now!

Let my mind go / out of tune / out of tune…


Posted on: 29.May.2018   Leave a comment