You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that’s what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant… oh, fuck it.
"I have a picture, that was took on this drive [to capri] and on which I look so happy, that it is incredible. We were in a dance tavern. I think, it was the only time, that I danced with Roberto, because he actually isn’t a dancer. But on this evening, he danced with me. I think he would have done everything in order to win me over.’ Ingrid Bergman’s Autobiography, My Life. Describing a excursion she took to Capri with Roberto, shortly after she arrived. Above: Pictures of Ingrid Bergman and Rosselini, at her arrival in Roma.1949. Picture by Ivo Meldolesi