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Immigration stories of people and future

On a ship. On the sea. Somewhere.
"Uncle Amadou?"
"Yes ..."
"Uncle?"
"Yes."
"Are you listening?"
"Yes I am."
"But you're not looking at me ..."
The man turns round to satisfy his nephew. "Don't worry," he says, raising his left eyebrow, "my ears work well even without the help of my eyes ..." And he turns to study the waves.
The boy, not much more than six years old, looks at him doubtfully; however, he trusts him and starts again: "Uncle ... do you know Italian well?"
"Of course, I've already been there twice."
"Do you really know all the words?"
"Naturally, Ousmane."

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