Giulia Pergola
What you call Italy is a stone garden to my eyes.
This is its strength, its beauty, and its tragedy. This is its fascination, its unchanging essence, the heart-wrenching form of its destiny.
In this history, which dominates and exceeds us, emotionless to our stories, to our little urgencies, which are the most authentic and sincere images of our life exactly because of their transience, I’ve never found my place.