Sometimes the Mediterranean cries as it dances, sometimes it gives birth and drowns. Cradles, tombs, it is ours, from the sigh of the Moor in Granada to the insurrections of Montfermeil in Seine-Saint-Denis, from the destiny of Palestine to the mountains of Kabylie. Perhaps the time has come to speak of this sea in order to glimpse what we will do when the war is over.
