For days it has been the open‑air refuge for migrants remaining in the city, whose horizon is not the Strait visible beyond the water. On Monday several NGOs came to hand out food and water, and he hopes they will return. The migrants wait quietly behind the reporters, like living green‑screen backgrounds; when the broadcasts end, they speak to the crews in various languages, pouring out their stories. “Asilo, asilo, asilo,” the others chant. The migrants pay and leave, sharing the food on the walk back to the beach.