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In the background an old map of Europe. In the foreground, a profile reminiscent of a death mask, reminding us that one can die of the border. It is man reduced to a fingerprint. The dream of freedom of movement that shatters against the…
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The hand is care. The hand is work. The hand is grasping. The mirage of Europe is a crossing of two hands. To the south, in place of the roots, a drier hand, almost etched with wounds, is transforming upwards into a flourishing, colorful,…
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The door of Lampedusa. The door to Europe. The threshold that should open to a new life. Here it is, it is within reach, or rather, it is held between the fingers, like something possessed, something reached. And sanctioned as real by the…
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