Standing immobile on her balcony, her head swings with every move of random passengers. The sky is incredibly blue and hurried traces of forgetful clouds are the only souls that interrupt this perfection. The warm smell of fried seafood gently heals the open wounds of this dreamlike city as we walk towards the old state-run prison psych facility of Naples.
“Buon giorno signora. Could you tell us where via Imbriani is?”
Her eyes light up with excitement and starts giving us directions with a sheer enthusiasm. Her innocent beauty and glittering eyes makes me take my camera out.
“Are you taking a picture of me? Don’t do it… I’m not beautiful enough...But...well... how can I have a copy of it?”
“Do you have a phone?”
She looked pretty surprised.
“Whattt??? A telephone? Why?? You wanna call me??”
Naples- June 2016
Stories & Places
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