CASSIBILE - Moncef Ghezal bought his 1997 BMW after seven years of hard work in Italy. It was his dream; now, its his burden. He has no money to maintain it. I paid 1,000 euros for it. It was a fair price for such a treasure. But I'd have to pay 700 euros for just six months of insurance. Then, there is the registration and the fuel, which is getting more and more expensive. I can't make it. I can't even use my own car. In the end, Italy didn't give me anything.
After saying this, Ghezal looks down, a bit ashamed. I have lots of Italian friends. They are good people, who have helped me. I will miss them. This 31-year-old native of Tunisia is getting ready to go back home.
Life in Italy for this well-integrated immigrant is no longer worth pursuing. Back in Hammamet my brothers got married, have families, and are building their homes. I havent managed anything like that. He has just received his residence permit. He has finally secured a monthly salary of 1,260 euros. But Ghezal is giving up. He works in the flourishing Sicilian farmlands, but cant seem to cultivate a future for himself.
Every day, Ghezal can gaze across the sea toward Tunisia. He works in the town of Cassibile, in southeastern Sicily, as a laborer for a large agriculture enterprise that produces tomatoes in greenhouses.
We met during a recent lunch break at his small apartment. He held a tuna sandwich in a plastic bag and wore military pants and a Juventus soccer club cap. Ive always loved your soccer, he said. This was one reason I was happy to move here.
He was a farmer in Hammamet too. He learned the job from his father, Jiliani. Every day, he saw trucks full of dates bound for France and Germany. In July 2005, he hid in one of those trucks under the fruit of his land. I brought with me just a bottle of sugary water, he said, recalling how he didnt urinate for the whole voyage.
The truck arrived in Genoa harbor. Ghezal got off close to Brescia, in northern Italy. I have a vivid memory of my first Italian night, he said. I hid in a corn field, and was bit by mosquitos.
He spent just 24 days in northern Italy before finding work in the southern region of Puglia for 3.50 euros per hour. There, he met his current girlfriend Elena, a Romanian woman, who moved to Italy to work as an elderly caregiver. Together, they relocated to Sicily.
"Artichokes, zucchini, oranges, potatoes, tomatoes: I have picked everything," he says.
After years of illegal work, nine months ago, Ghezzal finally obtained his first legal contract. But he was already starting to have doubts about the immigrant life in Italy. "I suffered a lot when my father died. I didn't have my papers in order and I couldn't go to his funeral. It had already happened with my sister Mnufida's wedding," he said, pointing at the photographs of his family, on his nightstand.
Ghezal lives in an apartment in the center of the nearby village of Ispica, paying 300 euros a month in rent. Every morning, leaving his unregistered BMW behind, he goes to work in Cassibile, sharing an old Fiat Punto and the money for the fuel with a friend. "On Saturday, I play goalkeeper for a soccer team of Maghrebi. Once a week, I go out to eat a pizza with Elena. At home, we have a poodle, a cat and seven parrots."
As he talked, the television behind him showed images from the Tunisian national television. "While I was here, exploited and without documents, in my country they made the revolution. Tunisia has improved, and Italy is in a deep crisis," he said.
The longstanding social and economic differences between the two countries are diminishing. "My brother earns half of what I earn. But he is able to mantain two children." This is a source of suffering for him. "Elena is a very good woman, but she is 50 years old. She told me that I have to get back home and get married. Because I'm 31 years old and I'm starting to decline."
In 2012, in Italy the number of pleas for aided repatriation has doubled: 374 immigrants obtained tickets to go back home, paid for with European Union funds. But this is still a small number if compared with the actual number of homecomings. Only foreigners who have residence permits can apply.
Many of them see going back home as defeat. Moncef Ghezzal does not. Next August, he will drive his old BMW down the street of Hammamet. He got what he wanted. Italys loss.
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