At that time I had no choice (O)

At that time I had no choice (O)

A photograph portrays a bottle
with a Robinia’s branch in it (North America’s pseudo acacia and
now days present in Italian territory as invasive alien or non-native species), floating through the waters of a lake immersed in the nature, becoming an allegory of clandestine immigration.
Roots walk.

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