We meet the eyes of A. 18 years old from Egypt: they are shiny, wet by
\ntears. We explain to him that our team deals with both body and
\ninvisible wounds of the mind. A. “It is just as you say”, he confirms
\nwith emphasis, “even those of the heart are wounds like those I have
\nhere and here and here and also here” and while saying that he shows us
\nscars scattered on the legs, on the nape and on the back . Injuries
\nsuffered in Egypt following repeated assaults by a group of compatriots
\nand then in Libya during 7 months of detention.<\/p>\n
We ask how he is now. “This place is better. Where I was before there
\nwas a constant feeling of death. For many days death was the only
\nchance I saw before me. Then God, I don’t know how, brought me here.”
\nWords flow like rivers and A.’s big eyes are full of withheld tears.
\n“Sometimes, while the others are talking, my mind goes away and I see
\nthe sea and those terrible moments in front of me. At night while I
\nsleep I feel suffocated, I’m down at the bottom of the sea and I’m about
\nto drown. I screamed loudly: we are dying! We are dying! A Sudanese
\nfriend woke me up, he tried to explain to me that we were safe, that we
\nwere in Pozzallo but I couldn’t believe it. He took me for a walk,
\nhelped me to understand that I was no longer in the sea, I wasn’t dying,
\nI couldn’t believe it. ”<\/p>\n