Quello che resta
What to leave to those who will come after us as a testimony of our existence, as a warning of avoidable catastrophes, as an education in beauty and the salvation of art. For some they will be objects. The slippers of a missing grandmother cooked by the sun and forgotten at the edge of a small garden, a photograph of an October landscape, Kind of Blue from 1959.
For others, stories.
There are names and surnames, faces of the past and behind them families, dreams, sufferings or misfortunes depending on how those responsible have decided to behave and, above all, on which battle front they have decided to take sides. Find out that the great men are not only the ones who appear in the chapter titles, but the greatest of them were the ones who moved underground to build a better future for generations to come. That time in which, today, we live. Because what we have today was what flowed through the streets of the cities at that time and now those memories are what remains.
That was a battle for freedom, was the breath on father's neck as he was bringing home illegal bread, the harbinger of death for those who designed an escape route for an entire nation. Men and women like us, with the only noble defect of believing in hope.
For others, stories.
There are names and surnames, faces of the past and behind them families, dreams, sufferings or misfortunes depending on how those responsible have decided to behave and, above all, on which battle front they have decided to take sides. Find out that the great men are not only the ones who appear in the chapter titles, but the greatest of them were the ones who moved underground to build a better future for generations to come. That time in which, today, we live. Because what we have today was what flowed through the streets of the cities at that time and now those memories are what remains.
That was a battle for freedom, was the breath on father's neck as he was bringing home illegal bread, the harbinger of death for those who designed an escape route for an entire nation. Men and women like us, with the only noble defect of believing in hope.
The books
The maps
The voice of resistance
