Viaggio a Misterbianco

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I am at the border, at the Brenner pass. It is here that my journey through Italy begins. At the customs I show my italian passport. For I am an Italian, although I've never actually lived in Italy: Italy is my father's country. It's the first of November. All Saints’ Day. Ognissanti.»

A travel diary of a joruney through Italy; a winter journey filmed by an Italian who has never lived in Italy as millions of other Italians spread around the world by emigration: Between discovery and reflection, lightness and melancholy, between the Brenner pass and Sicily. Do we know Italy in the winter? And: Where is Misterbianco?