Calm sea, the water warm, the sun shining: it's time to swim. After a few strokes, I touch a piece of white plastic. I get angry. The usual idiots throwing things overboard. Then I look at it: there is something written in Arabic and English: Pasteurized milk.
Perhaps it was thrown overboard from a ship, but the doubt it was on board of any boat of immigrants seems plausible.
In any case, I think of what continues to happen a few dozen miles off, to children, women and men balancing on a boat, suspended on hundreds of meters of water.
How many of them are dead, how many bear the wounds of what they have seen and lived before, during and after the crossing. And how many more will die...
Yes, they are "illegal", and it is right that immigration is a "phenomenon to be regulated within the law".
But what a pity, for them and for us, to see our politicians taking advantage of the Italian's need for security by affecting poor people that come from theatres of war or from extremely poor countries; what a pity to hear the European Commissioners false statements that Europe is "doing everything possible"; what a pity to see an attorney forced by law to investigate five poor shipwrecked Eritreans, veterans of war and unimaginable horrors, for the crime of illegal immigration.
What a pity, at last, to see my people slowly sliding from the option for what is moral, to the option for what is legal.
I really think that the two options not always coincide...
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