ABSTRACT
My city is pierced by the Mediterranean Sea. The smell of the sea anoints the stones, the lattices, the tablecloths, the books, the hands, and the hair. And the sea sky and the sea sun glorify the roofs and the towers, the garden walls and the trees. Where you cannot see the sea you can guess it in the victory of light and in the air that rustles like a precious cloth. In my city from the time we are born, our eyes are filled with the blue from the waters. That blue belongs to us as a portion of our inheritance.
