"It will then be seen that the world has long held the dream of a thing, of which it only needs to become aware in order to truly possess it."
This is what a twenty-five-year-old Marx wrote in a letter addressed to the philosopher Arnold Ruge.
The project was born from the desire to understand what spark or dream makes someone, from a home or a safe place, go out into the street to demonstrate dissent, sharing consensus, shoulder to shoulder and hand in hand with someone else.
Only by observing the looks and expressions that their faces give us in spontaneous moments, can we try to understand where the reason is, where the meaning is hidden, where the dream of a thing is held.
Faces that relax with a smile or that bend like rags from pain, that from Greek tragedy rise to the present day as an expression of society.
I followed the Roman Student Movement for a few years, uninterruptedly, intrigued by those young people who believe that reality can be made more bearable and that lightness in life is not just a matter of weight.
I participated in marches and demonstrations, assemblies and occupations, trying not to highlight the Movement from a journalistic point of view, but seeking as much contact as possible almost as if to try to involve the viewers, to encourage them to form their own idea in front of the photographed scene that is detached from any form of prejudice.
