Fire at Sea Page #4

especially in the hold,

they'd been at sea for seven days.

They were dehydrated,

malnourished,

exhausted.

I brought 68 to the emergency room,

they were in bad shape.

This is a young boy

all covered in burns,

he's very young, 14, 15 at the most.

We see so many of these,

they're chemical burns,

from the fuel.

They put them on unsound rubber boats

and during the journey they have

to fill jerry cans with fuel.

The fuel spills onto the floor

and mixes with the sea water,

then their clothes get soaked

and this mixture is harmful,

it causes these very serious burns

that give us a hard time

and give us a lot of work to do

and that unfortunately leave marks,

that can be fatal.

There.

It's the duty of every human being,

if you're human,

to help these people.

When we succeed we're happy.

We're glad

we could help them out.

At times, unfortunately,

it's not possible.

So, I have to witness awful things:

dead bodies, children...

On these occasions,

I am forced to do

the thing I hate most:

examining cadavers.

I've done so many,

maybe too many.

Many of my colleagues say,

"You've seen so many...

You're used to it."

It's not true.

How can you get used to seeing

dead children, pregnant women,

women who've given birth

on sinking boats,

umbilical cords still attached.

You put them in the bags, coffins,

you have to take samples,

you have to cut off

a finger or a rib,

you have to cut the ear off a child.

Even after death, another affront.

But it has to be done, so I do it.

All this leaves you so angry,

it leaves you with emptiness

in your gut, a hole.

It makes you think,

dream about them,

these are the nightmares I relive

often...

Often.

After Somalia.

Libya, after Libya, Sudan.

After Sudan other countries.

We cancel the game, nobody play.

- Libya.

- Libya!

No Somalia, no Sudan.

Somalia, out. Sudan, out.

Go, Syria!

Go, Eritrea!

Syria! Syria!

Hello?

Auntie Maria!

All good.

Yes.

Wife Maria

for her husband Giacomino

with lots and lots...

of love.

"The Cart Driver's Loves", yes.

Yes.

Now I'll play it.

My best to Uncle Giacomino.

Bye, Auntie Maria.

We have another song dedication.

Wife Maria for her husband Giacomino

dedicates with lots and lots of love

"The Cart Driver's Loves".

Come on, you can do it.

I couldn't find D.

D? It has to be there, Samuele.

Here.

- I can't see, my glasses.

- Take them off.

Because it's written small.

"Delighted".

It begins with D and E...

- It's here, don't turn.

- Wait!

- Have you found D?

- Yes.

Do you think this is a D?

No, of course not.

Look, it's on page 213.

Found it?

- Happy.

- Happy, perfect.

Glad, not exactly happy, but...

Glad.

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