She looked at me through the bus window as the vehicle moved toward the harbour gate where I was standing. Like most of the other passengers, she was wearing a surgical mask and a red-and-black tracksuit top. Our eyes met. She seemed surprised, then, quickly, as if she had recognised an old friend, she waved at me. The other passengers behind her, among them teenagers and young men, echoed the gesture, even though they hadn’t seen her.
I waved back. Hello. You’re safe. Go in peace. Goodbye.
Unspoken words kept shifting in my mind. So many things I wanted to say, but perhaps we would not have shared a language to understand each other anyway. In the end, those gestures – simple, immediate, almost instinctive – were enough. The bus turned and disappeared from view. An ambulance and a short convoy of cars from the Italian authorities followed. I began to cry and hugged two Emergency volunteers from a local group, standing beside me. Like me, they were crying too. In that instant, something clicked inside me, something tore open, something stirred, something that had been asleep or perhaps buried under layers of anger, fear, and anxiety. That gaze made me feel human again.
Allow me to give you more context, because this wasn’t the bus of an identically clad and heavily escorted sports team. The people on the bus were 68 migrants (61 men, 7 women) saved during two distinct missions from the waters of the Libyan SAR (Search and Rescue) zone by the humanitarian vessel Life Support, operated by the Italian independent and neutral NGO Emergency. The migrants were on two overcrowded, unseaworthy rubber dinghies, without safety equipment. Among them there were 18 minors (only 2 of them with their parents, the others were unaccompanied) and one pregnant woman. Their nationalities varied: Bangladesh, Somalia, Sudan and South Sudan, regions shaped by conflict, poverty, and climate stress. The Italian authorities designated Ortona as safe port, 745 nautical miles away from the point of rescue, adding four days of sailing for the survivors. This is by now a consolidated practice criticised by NGOs. The latter claim the Italian government is intentionally directing rescue ships to distant ports to discourage them from staying active in the central Mediterranean. Sailing to a far-off port means prolonging the trauma and stress of survivors, but also spending thousands of euros on fuel and keeping the vessel away from the SAR zone, leaving it exposed to the so-called Libyan Coast Guard, which continues to carry out interceptions and unlawful pushbacks. The Italian Interior Ministry usually remarks to such accusations that spreading arrivals across different regions helps avoid overwhelming key landing points like Lampedusa.

A Search and Rescue mission in the Mediterranean is a delicate operation: the search phase is long and exhausting as spotting dinghies and reaching those on board can be extremely difficult. NGO vessels are also often shadowed by unidentified boats or by units of the Libyan Coast Guard. Conducting rescues in the central Mediterranean is therefore becoming increasingly challenging.
The story of the Life Support is one of hope: since 2022, it has carried out 43 missions and rescued over 3,500 people (at the time of writing this piece). The vessel, which can accommodate up to 175 rescued passengers in addition to its 28 member crew, stands out for its onboard medical team, including two nurses and a doctor. Each person’s health is assessed using triage methods similar to those used by Emergency in its hospitals and medical facilities in war zones and regions affected by conflicts, and their well-being is continuously monitored throughout their time on board. In the spirit of the NGO, that has been providing free, high-quality care to people affected by conflict and poverty since 1994, the ship’s hull bears a quote by the late Gino Strada, surgeon and founder of Emergency: “Rights belong to everyone, otherwise call them privileges.”
The vessel, measuring 51.3 metres in length and 12 metres in width, is also a striking example of healthcare design in action. It offers all the essential features of a rescue ship, while also housing a fully equipped clinic, compact spaces and modular, shared environments. The livery of the ship was redesigned by architect Raul Pantaleo and his studio TAMassociati (some may remember them for the Italian Pavilion at the 16th International Architecture Exhibition). Not a “starchitect,” but an expert in designing for healthcare in challenging contexts, and in creating structures with lasting impact in terms of sustainability, community building, and social equity, Pantaleo tested the symbolic and functional impact of their design firsthand by joining a mission with Emergency in 2023. In his book Architetture del noi, he recounts the mission and describes the ship as “a floating object that can become a political subject, defending and demanding rights and care.”
Design can help, but it cannot solve the migration crisis. Sea crossings remain among the deadliest routes. According to the United Nations’ International Organization for Migration, more than 1,000 people have died since the beginning of 2026. In 2025, at least 2,185 people died or went missing in the Mediterranean.
Migrants crossing the Mediterranean remain a story of humanity in transit, shaped by fragmented wars and hardened borders. Iranian author Shahram Khosravi defines our times in his book ‘Illegal’ Traveller: An Auto-Ethnography of Borders, as “an epoch of border fetishism”. Indeed, migration continues to be framed as a problem. Even among those Italians who identify as Catholics and who one might expect to be guided by the parable of the Good Samaritan, responses are often deeply divided: “We should help them at home,” “Africa can’t move to Italy,” and similar refrains. Years of political sloganeering, fuelled by fears of cultural replacement, job loss, and insecurity, have built mental barriers that are difficult to dismantle. These narratives are often reinforced by political parties and leaders, who at times respond to a humanitarian emergency with controversial or puzzling measures (see Italy’s migrant detention hub in Albania). Rescue ships themselves have become a point of tension for the Italian government. In 2019, Giorgia Meloni, then leader of the right-wing party Brothers of Italy, now Prime Minister, commented on the case of the Sea-Watch 3. Its captain, Carola Rackete, had defied a ban by docking in Lampedusa with 42 rescued migrants after 14 days at sea. Arrested after a confrontation with a Guardia di Finanza patrol boat during manoeuvres, she was later released (in February 2026, a civil court in Palermo ordered the Italian government to pay the NGO Sea-Watch over €76,000 in damages for the unlawful detention of the vessel in 2019). At the time, Meloni argued in a television interview that NGO ships entering Italian waters without authorization should be intercepted, their crews arrested, and the vessel should be seized and sunk if it violated international law and Italian territorial waters.
Such perceptions are not helped by the fact that, at times, suspected migrant smugglers have been identified among those rescued. A 34-year-old man from Sudan was found in possession of a GPS device among those brought ashore in Ortona and was alleged to be a smuggler (the investigation continues at the time of writing this piece). There have been other cases: another suspect, again from Sudan, arrived on board the Life Support in December 2024, docking in Ancona; and in March 2026, three Egyptian men on board the Ocean Viking, a humanitarian SAR vessel operated by the European maritime organization SOS Mediterranee, also arriving in Ancona, were initially suspected of facilitating irregular migration. In their case, however, the charges were dropped, as they had not received any payment from passengers who had themselves paid traffickers in Libya.
These situations are often complex and controversial, fuelling tensions and feeding criticism of organisations involved in rescue operations. Yet the reality is rarely clear-cut. For ten years, Alaa Faraj, a 31-year-old Libyan man, has been held in Palermo’s Ucciardone prison on charges of multiple counts of manslaughter and aiding illegal immigration, as he is believed to have been one of the migrant smugglers involved in the shipwreck that, in August 2015, caused 49 deaths. Faraj, who has always maintained his innocence, was 20 years old and in his first year of engineering when he left Benghazi, his hometown, and boarded a rubber dinghy to flee the civil war and pursue his dream of becoming a footballer in Europe.
The sea can be scary, unpredictable and merciless. Muddy waves carried the Life Support toward its designated docking area in the early morning of the last day of April, four days after the rescue. The smell of fish hung in the cold air as fishermen in bright orange gear unloaded their catch in the drizzle. The Life Support entered the harbour of Ortona, escorted by a patrol boat of the Guardia di Finanza. Waiting on the dock were teams from the Italian Red Cross, the Italian police and coast guard, the Port, Airport and Border Health Offices (USMAF), and Frontex monitors in their azure identification vests.

The stories of rescued migrants offer a stark, often harrowing glimpse of what unfolds at sea and along the routes leading to it. The group of migrants who landed in Ortona recounted to staff that they had spent days at sea after months marked by violence, detention, and deprivation. One survivor from Sudan, now in its fourth year of war and at the centre of a deepening humanitarian crisis, told the Emergency team on board of imprisonment, mistreatment, and forced labour across multiple countries, before boarding a rubber dinghy that they had to inflate themselves along the Libyan coast. For years I wrote about fashion, and my mind drifted to red carpets, glamorous outfits, paparazzi, to how we talk about pushing and breaking boundaries in fashion. Here, too, there was a crowd, waiting for a group of people in brand-new tracksuits, but with no wardrobes, with nothing. They had crossed boundaries, yet there was no prize waiting for them.

The sea can be fascinating, inspiring, invigorating. Two days before the Life Support arrived in Ortona, Chanel’s Cruise show unfolded in the seaside town of Biarritz. Matthieu Blazy’s first Cruise collection was an ode to the sea, the beach and the coast. There was a gargantuan straw bag, for those wealthy enough to carry it empty, the unburdened privilege of having nothing to carry because somebody else is carrying whatever you need for you.
There were black, gold, and silver heel caps, not quite shoes, just shells for the heel, fastened with thin straps around the ankle, a divisive look built to create debate and clicks. There were oversized, rubberized, thigh-high playful and impractical fisherman’s waders for people who will never fish. Translucent sequins shimmered across evening dresses for would-be mermaids; sailor stripes and beach-umbrella prints evoked an idealized coast. Fishnet layered over newspaper prints, embroidered with fish, evoked newsprint used to wrap fresh catch, while fish-shaped buttons gave a whiff of Schiaparelli’s whimsical buttons.
The dichotomies were striking, or maybe simply unsettling. How curious that in fashion, breaking boundaries with a heel shell is called genius, while in real life crossing borders to stay alive is called a crime. In one world, it is audacity; in the other, it is transgression and ultimately criminalised.
“Teach your children / that the earth is one body / that borders are an invention,” writes Haidar al-Ghazali, a 22-year-old poet from Gaza who last year arrived in Italy where he is currently continuing his university studies. As we waited for the Life Support at the harbour in Ortona, there were many boundaries that I, along with the Emergency volunteers from a local group who had come to greet the crew, could not cross, limits established by the authorities that we naturally had to respect for health and safety reasons. Yet, when the bus carrying the survivors pulled away from the dock, those boundaries seemed to dissolve. Behind the gesture of a stranger who had survived, I was reminded that behind numbers there are people, faces, eyes, lives. Behind statistics there are stories of human beings who defied death, and of other human beings who chose to rescue them. Waving, she signalled that she was alive and grateful; her eyes seemed to say: “I am not the detritus of humanity. I am humanity.”

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