Now that the shore is close, the figures remain shapeless, the words of all people languages lack of meaning.. in recent years 30,000 ringing bells, figure without form, without a name, looking for a land to make sense to their hope. Those who have ferried with straight eyes, to Hades, remind us - even if they do - not as selfish and violent anime, but just as empty people, stuffed people. This is what we are. In this mass grave the 30.000 bodies, holding their hands cover the distance from Zarzis to Pozzallo, from Zuwara to Taranto, from Izmir to Kos.