Baba, from Senegal, plays football with Malick, from Gambia, and Mohammed, from Mali, on a field covered by snow near the hotel. When the weather is good, they play football and baslketball there every day. Malick, like other residents from the asylum center, saw snow for the first time during last winter. They were amazed by the experience and went out to play. At least until they realized that touching the snot is not beareble for too long.
Mbeye, from Senegal, and Malick, from Gambia, look at the sea from the rescue vessel Iuventa. They have survived after seven hours of travel since their departure from the coast of Libya, traveling in a rubber boat with 120 on board, all of them rescued safe.
Memories of crossing the Mediterranean, but also of the persecution they suffer in Libya, often return to the minds of the migrants, now as a past anecdote, but something they will never be able to foarget. In the picture, a column of smoke rises from a burning boat in the middle of the sea, the rubber boat in which Malick travelled. The boats used by migrants are burned or punctured by the authorities after rescues, to avert their being picked up and used again.
Daily life scene in one of the corridor of the Migrant Center Hotel Colibri, when one of the friend of Malick plays with him. Beyond Italian classes, migrants have nothing to do throughout the day, so they often spend playing between them both inside the hotel facilities, as in a nearby park.
