Treadmill Repair Person

STOP COMPANY' / PLAY HUMANITY '- LIGHT IN POVERTY'

INGRESSO E USCITA: UNICO
VIE DI FUGA: NESSUNA
DENTRO: POVERTA', DISCARICA CHIMICA E FOGNA A CIELO APERTO.
ELETTRICITA': LUCE DI BAMBINI CHE GIOCANO CON RAME E RUGGINE IN ESUBERO E RUBATI.
CIBO: QUELLO CHE NON SERVE ALLA BORGHESIA CHE ALZA IL MURO E RECINTA LA PROPRIA MERDA NELLE DISCARICHE ALTRUI

Luce in povertà nelle mura di cinta trivellate in un punto preciso per formare un' unica porta sotto un railway bridge next to the barracks.
Inside the screaming mouths stitched by the silence of poverty and pain of those who know only violence that hurts but is the only form of communication. Nothing is explained, nothing is transmitted as the freedom of conscience could only hack and crack the tribal and nomadic tradition of an animal chained to the precariousness of life. Life, woman and children are multiples of a cyclical nature of good and evil that has dragged on as the sand of a desert in a simplification of gestures and sounds. We see that we enter
conspiratorial scars of games with the "tools".
A sign of recognition: charcoal on their faces.
A single smell: the smell of all forms chemical secretion of human and artificial.
It 'like being in the tuber of a gene and know that evil will be born, however, a plant with less chlorophyll, but the other will not suffer from the lack of sun as you will be denied by the wall and perhaps will never know the existence.
How do you survive? With his eyes lit by the light coming through that one door to the world.
Let's go! Them, the children, AT LEAST WE WILL SEE ...