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Bradet is in Europe but, if you stretch your ear, he already speaks to us in the language of Asia. Its muddy streets, the low houses stretching out towards the horizon, the tree line standing out against the dark grey sky and the clouds that seem to run fast towards the East, everything has the taste of simplicity. Life is reduced to the essential: everything takes us away from the oppression of consumption of the so-called civilized world. Spontaneously, reflection arises on the meaning of life and death, and on how much Western well-being places its fragile clay legs on the discomfort and difficulties that stretch eastwards from here. An apparently hostile but uncontaminated and extraordinary nature frames this picture of contradictions. And, together, one cannot help but immerse oneself in a warm humanity that peeps out behind every wall: as soon as one scratches the surface a little, one can meet extraordinary and memorable people. Among them, a special place (if only in my heart) is occupied by all those who work for the Associazione Il Giocattolo, whose work here is titanic, difficult and immeasurably human. Thank you. Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)