è inevitabile dimenticarsi di esser stati déi

There are places that belong to me more than others. Places of cult, like this, where between smoke and muffled sounds, stranger among strangers, I try to understand why the distance from home does not create disorientation. The distance from the possession, from a Western culture of hard work that generate "have". The culture of "welfare" that often needs of the malaise of others. We were the gods, we forgot it and we made so that everybody did the same.