Watching them seem relaxed, immersed in reading and reflection while traveling aboard a public transport, with a regular ticket. This last detail in our country, Italy, is not always verifiable. They reads sports national newspapers, one is even interested on a local newspaper that often does not really have anything interesting, if not the horoscope and the obituary page. They are four and I saw them at the bus stop while waiting for the bus like me. Of course I followed them, but not by as a maniac, but carefully observed to be able to sit in close proximity. Well, I'm sitting in front of them. With me, as usual, and as always when I travel on public transport, i have a black backpack and my notebook, as well as the compact camera in the right pocket. I noticed right away and certainly must not be too bright, I had in front of four migrants, four refugees from the near reception center and they went to the city as many commuters, they also travel to go to work. This is just a little moment of integration, the desired normalcy, not simulated, yet refined. Of course, what you can do an asshole like me if you do not photograph them in secret ...? Usual procedure with the compact camera inside my pocket and click. Without seeing, without being seen. The usual procedure ever.