Paris, the capital of love, at least on the surface…
If the skull is facing the wall, it means that the person has committed sins in life, and therefore will go to hell.
The dwelling remained empty for quite some time; it brings back the tragic story of bloody and ruthless murder.
All of a sudden the silence becomes deeper, and from one of the smooth ash-white walls comes out a red cast of a face.
A zoo of the past, where to be locked up in cages were not animals but people in the flesh.
Bang, boom, pew! Pew, pew…boom!
Watch out, grenade! Enemy sighted in the distance!
Exhumed from the Priscilla catacombs, the relics of an Empress of the Orient still lie intact inside this abandoned villa.
Swimming in mud, in the past of Battaglia, dried up, reclaimed, renamed and then abandoned.
As if there had just been a mass exodus of prisoners, I suddenly come catapulted and thrown behind bars, deeper and deeper into the meanders of the prison.
Sighs and whispers touch our ears. Soft and icy winds lean gently and at the same time vigorously on the neck, as if they were a knife sinking in butter.