Boxes of memory
I find that the memory, understood as the identity of a people, has always been kept in the scents, flavors, food in the archives of each family. Every one of us has a dish that becomes "home" every time you tasted it.
From this reflection did the project Boxes of memory, a performance by the United States, within the traditions and customs of a people. Starting from Missouri going to the state of New York, I traveled by bus surfing from a couch to another through the social network couchsurfing.org. Each family or single person who hosted me, shared with me his own home, a meal and a part of their lives, even if only for a day. In every house where I was, I decided to share part of my memory by cooking a dish that my mother always made ​​for Christmas, the ravioli. I asked, from time to time to share with me one personal item. A fragment of that object would be over the dough for ravioli, then we all ate together. Every one of us is taken care of in a simple and natural, and has always created a family atmosphere and a real sharing, and do not forget that the big celebrations are always spend at the table.
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