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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