In the film "Lampedusa in Inverno,", an anonymous Lampedusina answers the question of why she cares for the nameless graves of the drowned: " But when you get to know the survivors, you also realize that others didn't make it. That others can no longer talk about their families. Nothing remains of them. Just numbers. Their gravestones say ‘with black skin.’ That's the least we can do, the very least. That has nothing to do with mercy. We owe it to ourselves, not to them, if we want to remain human."
What the Lampedusini see is merely a short screenshot from a much longer storyline: they are a stopover. They are not the architects of this migration policy or able to actively influence it, but they have to endure the consequences in their daily lives.
This is my starting point. I will go to Lampedusa and talk to the ones who experience the direct effects of Europe's isolationist policy as European citizens.