Synopsis
Roads designed for cars, concrete overpowering the rustic building that was a sign of a house somehow possessed, not a trap. Hard-packed gardens, good only for motorcycles. Brescia: reality or nightmare? The public housing is faded, sad. Blocks left there, a neighborhood without connection. Kids slide on mounds of dirt and garbage. Man, where are you going? (Luciano Spiazzi)
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