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The Albanese youths with whom I have often exchanged words, from Albania, when it was still an extra-communitarian country and so it had many problems, especially related to inclusion within Europe. Anyway, these youths spoke Italian well…
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Before I made the trip, I used to always watch France24. Yes, because the French, they always like to multiply and what is small... they like to amplify, I mean the French media is like that, no? So they always said "ah yes Libya is like…
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"I want to give back to the country that saved me and to the people I want to show that I'm glad you saved me. I would like to do so much for this community that really gave so much to us." This fragment of an interview with a Senegalese…
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The body of the worker becomes the body of exploitation. It ends up becoming like the earth, to be exploited to the last drop. It is also on this soil, on this back, that we base our well-being. We know it. But it is like background noise.…
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With their backs turned, like those who have just arrived, migrants in Middle Eastern dress are mirrored in the houses they have left behind. Or perhaps they arise from the homes they left behind. And they embody them. On the ground, like…
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A ruled notebook. Neat. Bright. A school notebook as a multi-story building: the elevation of one's social status can only come through study. The floors follow the ages of growth and the different degrees of education: from nursery school,…
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The labyrinth of bureaucracy. The sense of dizziness, the disorientation in front of the unexpected amount of documents required not only to carry out any activity, but also to feel that they exist for the host country. At the center, like…
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A balance in perfect equilibrium. The symbol of justice. The scales are open eyes watching for equality. Europe, for many, is synonymous with equal treatment. On the two plates of the scales a male and a female figure weigh equal. Gender…
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Warsan Shire's poem Home begins, "no one leaves home unless / home is the mouth of a shark / you only run for the border / when you see the whole city running as well" It concludes with, "no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in…
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A torn map. Emigration as a tear that generates a hole. An outline that evokes the emptiness left by those who leave in the context of their origin. The double absence. Not being completely there, not being completely here. The map is…
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