father had preserved in salt before his death, only to find it covered in mould.
Even though, I could not recollect the sound of his voice anymore, I could reignite his deep care for us by cooking with this soffritto pronto.
But now, not anymore. All of a sudden, the creeping process of my fading memories was marked by a turning point. By collecting the spores of mould at the places where my father lived, I allow the viewer to take part in my search to grasp his fading existence in space.
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