Maybe, being less hypocritical, we should translate this sentence in various languages and African dialects in order to hand it to migrants who arrive to let them well know what they are going to undergo once arrived on Italian or European shores. Those who died already in the desert or in the sea lived the hardest way the meaning of the words written on the doors of Dante’s “Inferno” (Hell).
Shores that are more and more militarized, with walls that are higher and higher and barbed wires that keep on wounding the hands of those who do not want to surrender and loose their hopes. But hope dies day to day and thousands of people give up quietly and become ghosts in a foreign land. A desire of freedom that turns in another confinement, because the system of hospitality aims to fatten greedy Europeans, not to think about women, men and children who cry for help. We are deaf and the protection system does not let any hope.
