Gabriel Garca Márquez told the story of a shipwrecked man who died on a deserted beach in northern Colombia. A week later, nine decomposed corpses appeared on a boat that left the African coast supposedly heading to the Canary Islands.

The boat, at some point, took the wrong course and ended up arriving in Brazil, crossing the Atlantic Ocean. It is a shocking and deeply moving story that no one will ever be able to tell. Because stories are told, someone hears them and reads them and remembers them, and in this way, stories cross time, sometimes years, sometimes centuries. Names and places are remembered, we force ourselves to ensure that something is not forgotten, which is what is going to swallow us all in a hundred years. In the case of the boat that drifted to Brazil with nine bodies of migrants from Africa, all that remains is conjecture and hypothesis, as when we come face to face with the ancient world.