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Every opportunity to explore other worlds is a good one!

“Memory on Air” was a radio program that dealt with- in the style of the peace school – memory and consciousness, past and future.

The first season was born from the collaboration with the “International coalition of sites of conscience”, an international network that unites places of conscience scattered throughout the world. Places that, like Monte Sole, have a tragic past of abuse, injustice, violence, death, behind them, and which have a lot to teach the citizens of today. Memory, to know, to keep alive, to pass on, but above all to live. Memory, therefore, as an engine of action, in the present, in the future.

The second season, on the other hand, gave rise to a more precise confrontation with current issues, starting with a reflection on what happened in Monte Sole 1944: how was that violence possible? How is It possible TODAY, NOW, HERE? Not in a reassuring elsewhere away from us. HERE. NOW. US.

The third year gave us a deeper look at the dynamics of gender while the fourth prompted us to return to chase the world with calm and awareness.

Room with a view – Stories of (un)known worlds

One of the key moments of the experience on Monte Sole is the attempt to change our point of view. We thought it might be worth taking this moment to an extreme and decided to choose a very special room from which to observe what is happening around us. Elena M. took four sabbatical months to go back to school. Thanks to a scholarship, she participated in the Alliance for Historical Dialogue and Accountability Program (AHDA) of Columbia University in New York.

New meetings, new experiences but – obviously – the same partial perspective. Just like what you can get when looking through the window of a room: no matter how wide the view is, it can’t include everything, however much you seem to know there will always remain something unknown. Camera con Vista has tried to tell – from a rented room on the edge of Harlem – fragments of these visions, of these stories that in most cases you seem to fully capture, only then to realize you can only truly to grasp them.