So I’m walking along the beach at the Old Harbor, listening to this incredibly nostalgic, wonderful album with traditional songs from the Greek community in Southern Italy (forever grateful to BBC Radio 3 for introducing me to it) and I’m thinking of all the people in my life who left their home in search of a better life. That aspirational (often desparate) quest is sacred and fundamental to humanity and we should always respect immigrants who left everything behind in order to build a better future for themselves and their families. The tension between the need and hope for a new dawn and the permanently painful sense of uprooting never goes away.