RECALLING PALERMO
Palermo is the city where I was born in the deep Italian south. It is a city that always leaves its mark. Me too, despite having lived a total of a few years. It is not difficult to hear Arab or Norman voices walking through its alleys, among its eighteenth-century Spanish palaces that have withstood the years but not the bombings "Anglo-American allies" of the end of World War II. Ghosts are still moving among the rubble of the areas in which this tragedy was most felt: among the shops of the Opera dei Pupi that survived television, and the internet, among the streets full of food to take away, the smells still accompany the traveler, feeling Goethe's words alive. The Palermo in these photographs is a Palermo infested by the mafia phenomenon. A city submitted to the power of the gangs, of the "families". A war between the Mafia and the State begins, culminating in the murders of Falcone and Borsellino