Malacarne

The under privileged suburbs in the city of Palermo are a river of kids in full flow. Growing up in the south, they know that they have to run faster than the others and learn how the world turns to avoid being crushed. Often, believing that even from the start they don’t have any possibility of redemption, they become easy prey for criminal organizations. They are wary, suspicious and violent on times. Penetrating their social fabric, hanging around with them, they open up in all their sweetness and humanity. They are nothing but kids. Even though, for the majority of people they are nothing more than thieves, little drug dealers, thugs and delinquents. In a word: Malacarne (Bad meat)