The exhausting and involution of the mental life, with its rhythms are always the same, anonymous, amorphous and ritualized was up to 1978 years of the approval of the Law 180 that Basaglia - a sort of concentration camp where the mentally ill were confined away from everyone.
He was taken off all forms of dignity, of human contact.
The relations with the outside world were no longer possible; gratings, bars, networks, shared the "normal" from crazy.
Thirty years later, those structures now crumbling still oozing tears and screams, placated by the inhuman treatment plants.
Among cracked walls, shattered windows, remains of past lives, I embarked on a photographic journey to the discovery of a truth very often unspoken, a truth that my generation has not experienced and therefore does not know.
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