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There is a road that winds through a town in the Marche Apennines (ITALY), among the post-war rubble, between men dressed in black and white, crackling scooters and the grace of Salvatore’s first feeling of love. Then the road pushed by the economic boom arrives in the industrious and fruitful Milan of the sixties. After having fulfilled the formal petty bourgeois duties (military service, marriage and procreation) suddenly the adventure bursts and shuffles the cards. The road has become unpaved and leads into the poignant landscapes of Africa, into the cosmopolitan world of South Africa and through its historical moments ranging from Apartheid to the racial struggles that lead to the administration of Nelson Mandela, up to the present twilight. Inexorably the wheel of life leads where it all began: among the rubble of the Apennines. Not those of the war, but of the earthquake.They say that afterwards you are richer: in experiences, friendships, ailments, arts and crafts.They also say that you are surrounded by young lions eager to spin the wheel again. |
