The most extraordinary stories are those that pass us by without us realizing it. These are often so small that you have to go and look for them among the many things that are worthless. Domenico Iannacone’s neorealistic television story descends in the theater of narration and transforms its journalistic investigations into an intimate space of reflection and denunciation. The stage becomes the ideal physical place to bring to light what television cannot communicate. The stories thus take shape again, come alive with a living presence and voice and return to claim the right to be told. Iannacone breaks distances, takes the viewer by the hand and accompanies him to the places he has traversed, pushing him to share emotions, memories, the beauty of encounters and the anger at what is denied. In this way, narrative theater also becomes civil theater capable of sewing together the map of collective needs, disregarded rights, injustices and hidden truths. While the images open up visual glimpses, making us see faces, houses, urban and existential suburbs, the words dilate our emotional perception and allow us to enter, like an underground voice, into the bowels of the Country.
