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Which
time, which place is the dream?
I feel light as a shade, made of fog.
Rina
FERRARELLI
--My first impression was that of a place contained on him self,
wrapped around an invisible, monastic and claustrophobic
secret. The
insufficient afternoon light and the first autumnal
dense fog imposed this feeling on the conscience,
and they worried it.
Salvatore
INGLESE
--Born
in a summer bathed by the blood of Genoa,
overturned by the heat and the hedonist fury of entertainment
at all costs, produced during another emigration fortunately
in Rome, inspired by the experience of a love story
contrasted by prejudices and inevitably lost, these
images speaks a lot about my being radically,
passionally, painfully Florense.
Francesco
Saverio ALESSIO
--I’ve
assisted at the disintegration of the local culture, at the urbanistic and territorial disaster consequent
to the phenomenon of the mass emigration of our population,
and, especially, at
the absolute lack of rational programming of the resources by the succeeding Municipal Authorities in the last
four decades.
Francesco
Saverio ALESSIO
--I
am one of the one hundred million people whose ancestor
entered America through the immigration offices on Ellis Island in New York.
--This
fortunate ancestor was my grandfather and when I was
a child he used to tell me over and over again the
story of how he got to America and of how he became
a citizen of the United
States.
MONONGAH
MARCINELLE
MATTMARK
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