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DARK SUMMER SUN

in collaboration with Emanuele Brutti

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INT. COCHRANE GARDENS, ST. LOUIS – DAY

The dining room is barely the size to avoid claustrophobia. The walls are covered with light green wallpaper featuring an abstract floral pattern. On the floor there is a light grey carpet, just to be on the safe side. On the main wall, maybe three meter wide hangs a framed picture showing a sub-tropical exotic landscape with a cascade escaping from a cage of imposing vegetation. Laterally, on the wall leans a small white-painted aluminum bookshelf, essential in its make and design.

Probably a second-hand purchase or bought at the Family Dollar. There are some glossy magazines, a small creased notebook and a radio. The opposite wall, covered with the same wallpaper, would be bare apart from a small ceramic angel, just bigger than a fist, precariously hanging on a nail at a height of two meters. The only window in the room overlooks, behind its thick and reassuring iron bars, an almost deserted street and half-reveals a piece of sidewalk and a green-turning-yellow patch, probably left to its own destiny. The window is open and a light breeze blows in. A car passes by.

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