In Linosano it is not said to go fishing but “ir’a mmari”, going by sea. During summer the boats, after days spent painting them, are launched; in winter they are pulled dry to protect them from the storms. The boat is the way to get away but not too far from the coast, it is the story of families that started from a boat. It is the story of our grandfather who used his boat as a fisherman to get to Lampedusa to take the ice and bring it to Linosa, as if to remember the beginning of one hundred years of solitude. This boat room is the memory of dreams under the bow and above the sea watched over by the North Star and the whiteness of the Milky Way.