Two forces of equal strength collide until they lock: Feel the silence of that moment... Find your way in a dark box… Can you see the crossroads? Stop it, block it, crystallize it, make it yours. Make it your dimension, your speech, your reasoning...
Even today you reached your goal.. you deserve your much coveted prize. You disconnect from work, stamp your time-card, leave the office and immerse yourself in the chaos of city traffic, longing for your reason for living, your fixed point, your accomplice.. You park, go up the stairs of the house, open the door and run towards her. You take her by the hand and you fall into your favorite chair together. She touches your temples, plays on your brain, confuses your perception. The eyelids become heavy. You fall into a deep sleep..
What if one day we become prisoners of the ivory towers we have carefully built? How much would each inch gained be worth? How much would all those seconds that mark and plan our lives be worth? Only when cornered does a man understand his priorities and real needs.
Can an intangible element be passed on from generation to generation? Can a period or an event trigger traumas so strong that they remain etched in our DNA? Can emotions like pain or fear be passed down from father to son like hair color or eye cut? An unwelcome, uncomfortable inheritance, which everyone would gladly do without. A desire to distort one's history, one's identity, one's genealogy.
"Does being a Christian make a man an individual with a superior morality?" This is precisely the question that Flavio Tiberti asks himself. A question that finds answers in his journey to Sicily, a land still full of popular stories and traditions linked to Western-Christian culture, a culture that in the past has generated bloody vows in defence of the dogmas of the Church, often exhausting its conception.