The mantle of clouds that covered the night and extended the horizon, leaving intense brush strokes of gray between the darkness around, hiding the stars, all from glistens suffused with those of reference groups that anyone associated with animal drawings and ancient mythology to those who maybe lonely planets are not too far off, perhaps close enough to accommodate a hope, a wish, a prayer of comfort , no matter what their religion, that those false education or practice of a lifetime, there are certain moments, certain moments of fear or just need more than a spectator, someone who plays there, it's meat and thoughts or only of clouds and night, which let your hope. But no , there were no stars that night and scrutinize it, the sky was gray and black , to the limits visual effort, where he mingled with the sea to add uncertainty to a destination already so shaky as the hands and feet, with cold and hunger on that boat full as grains of sand in a fist difficult to contain and ready to disperse in the water at every sudden movement, sudden and unexpected.
And he was standing there in a corner of dirt and sweat, with the elbow at the side of the travel companion that he was anxious in his side, trying in vain going to sleep, he could not, too many voices of those who had cold hunger, some crying for those who already felt the breath of death on the neck and the wind was rather mixed with intermittent cough than others, wanted to sleep to catch up on some 'forces and maybe you already wake up on land, but too many of those who complain about exhausted by the extreme trip and too many thoughts, concerns, some projects in my head: Can not sleep on that boat and then what? What dreams could never bear that in mind exhausted boat of souls unseen, at the mercy of the sea and textures of Atropos?
And sleep in the end it was almost forbidden, we must be always alert, always ready to snap a vital, even if there in that corner, with his elbow, and those thoughts, not really going to make it to flee time to be a possible risk or at least so he thought. He had been told that Italy would have had a chance to win something, he was told that $ 2,300 price was a honest to escape from the riot in Tunisia, even if that money had been accumulating for almost sold everything he had, he had been promised aid, the ' friend of a friend, starting a job. They had also warned that it would not be easy, they could send it back home or that home would not never see her again, they could beat the living daylights or more simply would find insults and intolerance and not with open arms and smiles. Maybe it was better to sleep, he had been told so many things and now mingled with confused, but could not, could not sleep. Had also said that many Italians left Italy to find something better , they called them brain drain which was his name that made him laugh now, he had a brain and was in flight in escape to a land from which others were fleeing in their turn and did not understand why. Then he thought maybe it was a normal thing, that maybe one day we'll run from this planet in search of a better planet and perhaps there will be any people who stars will land on Earth believes he has found the world a better place to start, and so infinity. And this thought made him laugh, spontaneously.
" What are you laughing?" Asked another who faced him, he forced into the vortex of insomnia.
"We extraterrestrials and this is a spaceship! " he said as if to say the most natural thing in the world and banal.
And there was more of a smile for a moment, only for a moment, on that boat of aliens.
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