This is a work in progress, a travel diary in my land, Southern Italy, attempt to reconstruct memories of my past, to recall suggestions and visions of my childhood, to go in search of what remains of the my grandparents’ stories, to grasp the poetry of what is disappearing and what still remains, before it gets lost forever. Perhaps because I’m refractory to contemporary at all costs, often too fast and voracious, forgetful and unable to looking back.
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