(2020 –> 2022) Shadows, on the Balkan Route. No name, papers. They arrive to Trieste from and endless journey: tired, hungry, burning feet. A short stay, time to find a way to take a train to Milan, and then to northern Europe. They sleep in the hidden foldes of the city, and when they leave only the traces of their passage still remain. Broken shoes, discarded clothes, other useless things, that the earth slowly reabsorb.
And then disappear.



















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