Palermo. Box. Me.

/ Exhibition / Book

This is a story. It speaks about wins and losses. About the marks that we carry with us – on our faces, in our hearts. A story about the road, about random meetings and a definite separation. In an unknown city, on an old island. This is a story about the battles – mostly the ones we’re fighting with ourselves.
This is my story, but it could’ve been yours as well. I’m glad I told this story because it takes a lot of strength to recognize when you are weak.

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