From the depths

A long night without an end, without seasons, without time. A secular labor that is both pride and curse. Kilometers of tunnels. Darkness. Black men. A woman.
Patrizia, the only female miner in Italy, enters in a dialogue with a dead father, a never buried memory. The last 150 miners are ready to fight a war against the “upper” world to prevent the already imminent closure of the mine.
Dal Profondo, shooting 500 metres below sea level there is a voice from the depthes, is a prayer that is dedicated to the dead and demands to be heard by the living: “De profundis, clamavi ad te, O Domine…”