A mother writes to her daughter who has left for America...
A small voice from a Europe that is still trying to be heard...
Letters from a mother, simple letters, love letters...
A small voice from a Europe that is still trying to be heard...
A distant voice that we would like to hear close by...
Little music of life that we still hear but to which we can no longer answer from New York.
New York, the most completed city opens up in front of us
New York, bearer of hope, our future already in the past, closes itself in front of us.
And the letters received from the lost New York sound like the Dead Sea scrolls of a future Atlantis.



