by Massimo Cappelli
A move, during which objects are transplanted, but, above all, an exchange of memories, which are entrenched in the land and do not diminish even after 50 years. Two very different yet very similar people, from contrasting backgrounds, will meet to pass the “baton”. No one will win, however. This is not a contest but a continuous race; continuous because there is still someone willing to remember. A story of an inheritance and of recurring times. The memory of one thing is everyone’s memory. The end of one thing is the beginning of the next.