This summer I made a little trip to Milan. I left alone. Every day I enter in Milan city, I wandered. I was immersed in the great cities of Italy, Catania in the north. But not only was wandering, I was with my camera: my traveling companion.
Every morning I walked almost the same way, but it was always different. Actually I had some goals and reach them and I sometimes took alternative routes to adventure. I dwell in a number of public gardens, and I was tired when I dwell more time in parks where there were green enough to make me think that despite Milan is a city polluted and polluting, has the immense green areas within it that allow you to give peace to the lungs.
In my process I have done quite a bit 'meetings and it was nice to walk alone with my camera, which also was a pretext for many to stop talking to me.
But not only met the common people of the place, but also many immigrants: these were my main theme in the picture.
In particular there has been a couple of Peruvians who deliberately wanted to be photographed, saying, "do you see the photo ... internet friends. All they will say that you're good." In addition, the woman committed to creating a sort of set-or-better compositional explaining some equivalences between her permanent record and background with it (looking at the picture you'll understand). After the shots I was told much of their lives. They landed at Malpensa years ago. The woman had found a job, but because the alcohol had to leave. After that went down in Sicily, Calabria and then climbed back in again in Milan. I do not remember the details, but he jokingly said, "Calabrese stronger than the Sicilian."
I do not care if they were alcoholics, I will not judge them at all for this because there are people with a better life that escapes his life in several bottles of alcohol. This pair of Peruvians has shown me honesty, even-as-destruction, suffering, commitment, and above all the will to live.
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