Black Roads By Freddo

Black are the roads as black are the people who cut through the empty streets of a city in a sultry summer day. This could be anywhere and anytime. Simply it is the portrait of a changing country, Italy, indolent while multicultural, skeptical while poetic. Through those white lines, captured from the 5th floor of the Mercure Hotel opposite Stazione Centrale in Bologna, I saw human identities fading out into black powerful shadows painted onto the solitary, silent roads.