The kid tries on his scuba-diving mask on the train that will take him from central Rome to the seaside for a day swimming with his friends. Migration is the Odyssey of our times, an heroic struggle to make one's life better. This is the picture of a hopeful somersault. His father doesn't love the sea nor trains. He reached Italy through the deadly sea crossing and when working in the fields he was so lowly paid that he slept in empty trains at night. He was born in Italy. His life is not the easiest, but he goes to school and, like his mates, Italian and not,he loves a dive in the sea.