LAMPEDUSA, Italy — The scene repeats itself in the warm seasons, almost every day. Always the same. Coast guard ships glide into Lampedusa’s tiny port and moor at the small Favarolo pier. People rescued at sea are brought ashore, led down the gangway, quickly transferred to the reception center.
For anyone not directly involved in the mechanisms of rescue and reception, nothing in the activity around the harbor betrays what happens. Even when those arriving still carry in their eyes the raw memory of tragedy and loss, little seems to change around them.
