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Sun’s already on the rise when the small, wooden boat enters the deserted cove of Cala Coticcio, its dark shape slowly moving on the white sand claiming peace with the distant decor. Arms burning from the last row, our improvised sailor wipes his forehead with the sleeve of his worn-out shirt. Assaulted by the crude light reflecting on the pristine water as a splash of freshly squeezed lemon in his eyes, he puts his sunglasses back on with contempt and hides his face under his straw hat.