It's like a vortex. A vortex of colors, looks, shadows and tastes, views and rising roads leave breathless. Between dust, voices, deafening noises and deep silences. A vortex, like the dance of the Dervishes, with their white clothes. Or like the precious cloths and the shiny lights of an extended market, the gold of the architectures or the flight of the seagulls on the sea and the smell of the fresh fish next to it. Other roads bring me to the sea, to this narrow border shared between two continents that makes this one of the eternal cities.