Italy and SA are living bad days of people died trying to cross physical or psicological borders. Days of people searching for better days, and other people fearing to lose the very little things they own. It’s hard to stay silent, in these days. And it’s hard to find useful words to say, too.

Both Italy and Southafrica ’s histories are full of people who come and go, often in desperate ways, not always with bad ends. I still believe that history is, and it has to be, a strong teacher of life, much more than istinctive reactions, even if justified. I stop here today, with a thought about any person who still feels pain due to reasons of border, in AD 2015.