In the slums of Naples in the 1950s, violence and poverty entangled every inch of the land like vines. The modern girl who has traveled here, in a neighborhood where people and people are mixed, is planting roses in the soil of violence.
When the fatal collision between modern female thinking and post-war Italian lower class society
When he pressed the barrel of the gun against her collarbone and declared, "Your intelligence should only belong to me," between the breaths of gunpowder smoke and sea salt, where should she go? . . .
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