"I always cry after a rescue. Always."
I am walking alone along a boardwalk by the sea after disembarking 417 passengers in Italy. I am trying to process the events of the last three days and feel numb. I am holding onto the handrail on a flat, straight path because somehow the rhythm and texture are making me feel grounded and I realize that even though there are cars whizzing by to my left and the sea crashing on the shore to my right, compared to the noises of the boat over the last few days, it sounds close to silence to me.
"The cold little bodies show burns everywhere, because the mixture of salt water and gasoline in the dinghy burns human flesh. They are inscribed with the horror they have been through."
"The universal language of smiles is often mixed with tears. These are emotions that are hard to describe."