We are in a place where something is repaired. Someone leaves, someone arrives. Who has to leave and who has to return. A meeting place, fleeting, brief, intense, where you can finally say the unspoken word. Where can one explain what has been confused for a long time; where you can, perhaps, hold for a moment the person we have not been able to greet. A place of living and dead, of memories, of encounters.
We are a multitude of lonely people. Our intimacy is a multitude. In this place the intimate becomes social and the social is expressed in a particular story.
It is useless, just to know something more about ourselves, our time, our past and our present. Every so often the space will be crossed by History because every particular event is shaken by events which, like the wind on trees, shake it, bend it and mark it. History, in this work, has the forms of war, migration and vocation.

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