Synopsis
A city on the northern coast which turned its back on the country side long ago and surrounded itself with industries which forced it to grow disproportionately, pushing and shoving, fed it with emigration and workers and painted a horizon of chimneys, of problems and hopes, of future uprooting.A group of men who walks its hilly streets every day, hooking for life's emergency exits. Long term fear, people who perform a balancing act at the end of the month and the beginning too, performers without a net and without an audience, without applause at the end, who daily walk the thrigtrope of the precarious employment, who prop up their existence with a scaffolding of hope, and convert their few happy moments into trenches, conversation, routine, as if the shipwreck from which they daily try to save themselves weren't theirs, while they talk of their exploits and laugh, at every thing and nothing particularly, full of hope, relaxed, on Monday morning in the sun.
