A work in which Anselmo Bucci, himself a painter, turns war experience, urban observation, and sharp wit into light prose. It moves between image and language, remaining fragmentary yet still holding together as a book.

The painter's eye becomes a leap in prose.

A semi-autobiographical novel built around war and return, where coming home becomes a journey through memory and self-recognition. In Lorenzo Viani's sharp prose, private feeling and attachment to place overlap.

To return is also to take up the burden of the past again.