The season is over. The morning is rising, and Autumn’s wind moves the branches of the trees, solitary witnesses in a motionless space. In the house of someone who can not sleep, the light of television screens illuminates the pale white painted rooms. The neon lights of the few hotels that are now empty, reflect their luminescence on the windscreen of my car. Silence is filled with small, almost imperceptible, sounds: the sizzling of the light bulbs, ventilation systems and boilers. Everything looks the same, orderly and ready. Perfectly outlined. It’s difficult to not feel alone. I get out of the car, I light a cigarette and I stop to watch a big calf disappearing like a ghost in the haze that has risen together with the first light of dawn. His story is already written. He is also stuck in a system, in a well-defined line that does not allow him to change anything. I think about the people I lost, and who has lost himself in this place. The animals speak to me, and the palms look like fireworks. You could not feel bad.  
 Turistica is a long-term project realized in medium format analog photography shot in some neighborhoods of Locarno, my hometown, in the southern part of Switzerland.