Roberto di Vito

A man wakes up in a room, bound hand and foot and blindfolded. The only thing he sees is the white of the bandage close to him... The only thing he can do is wander with his imagination, rediscovering himself and the world.

A man wakes up in a room, bound hand and foot and blindfolded. The only thing he sees is the white of the bandage close to him... The only thing he can do is wander with his imagination, rediscovering himself and the world.

A man wakes up in a room, bound hand and foot and blindfolded. The only thing he sees is the white of the bandage close to him... The only thing he can do is wander with his imagination, rediscovering himself and the world.

A man wakes up in a room, bound hand and foot and blindfolded. The only thing he sees is the white of the bandage close to him... The only thing he can do is wander with his imagination, rediscovering himself and the world.

A man wakes up in a room, bound hand and foot and blindfolded. The only thing he sees is the white of the bandage close to him... The only thing he can do is wander with his imagination, rediscovering himself and the world.