È giusto obbedire alla notte

At the edge of Rome, where the Tiber creates a large loop before rushing to the sea, live men and women who seem to have met only thanks to their respective needs. Between shacks and barges, untied by the management of an improvised trattoria, while they alternate in small jobs in the fields and in the guide of tourists attracted by their archaic works, they have formed a community out of time and the world in which today we are used to living. For some time they have welcomed a man on the run. They call him "the doctor" because he seems tocome to offer his care. But they also sensed that this man, almost fifty years old, actually found himself among them to cure himself. --Translated from inside front cover.