It is the winter solstice, the shortest day of the year. Light and warmth seem defeated by the coldest season, by darkness. But as soon as the sun touches its lowest point, it immediately begins to rise again. From the day after the solstice, in fact, every day regains a few minutes of light. The sun is not defeated.
It is the Sol Invictus, a solar divinity worshipped by the Romans but present, under other names, in all the cultures of the Mediterranean. Perhaps it is indeed a child of the Mediterranean, this sun that cuts its coasts into shards of light and makes its lands rich. And perhaps we are daughters and sons of the sun, we Mediterranean’s who have built a network of cultures and civilisations on the sea, a dense network full of wonders.