TALES FROM THE STREET

The rising of a new humanity

Centocelle is a popular neighborhood based in the south-east area of Rome.

A place where each street is named after plants and fruits, far from the architectural splendor of the historical center but embellished with parks, artisan shops, restaurants and bistrot which are desperately trying to survive in these challenging times.

In Centocelle the roads are not paved with the same ancient stones used for the Fori Imperiali but with asphalt and patched holes. But despite this they remain, as in all suburbs, the favorite refuge of young and old people and the witness, in this uncertain historical moment, of a fundamental passage: the return to life.

During my research I discovered unknown corners and observed the inhabitants facing the pandemic and the quarantine and then re-emerging and regaining possession, in an awkward and incredulous way, of spaces and habits often taken for granted.

I saw people walking throught the streets disoriented by the idea of a new "distance" and aware of the uncertain future.

I have seen the courage of the volunteers who fight the pandemic every single day and the difficulties of those who are unable to restart.

Because the periphery does not allow itself to be overwhelmed or demolished: there is a new humanity that struggles, with strength and resilience, and then remains on hold.

And the street is there, observing this new kind of humanity and collecting its gazes, thoughts, shadows and fears, thus becoming a witness of an epochal change.