At night it is the color of ivory. Road signs have more Arabic in them than I could have imagined. The harbors are called Marsa...

It’s time to leave. Roberto will take the flight to Rome, Cristian and I will travel through Sicily with a pickup truck packed with brochures,...

Monica walks towards us across the terrace of the café restaurant, with a cheerful smile on her face, and dark sunglasses. A gazebo, tables and...

That you’re on an island, you know right away from the light, and even if this is a big island, the sea is always telling...