Sitting on the beach, my heart was racing. In front of me, the sea stretched as far as the eye could see, sparking a flood of questions about what awaited us beyond the Mediterranean Sea once we arrived.

Tomorrow, at dawn, I will join a group of young people, all facing unemployment and uncertainty about the future in our country, to board a makeshift boat bound for Sardinia.

I wondered if we would be lucky, like those who had safely reached this island a few days earlier, or if we would be among those who tragically disappeared in the waves.