On Merola's funeral it has been said
anything; some has considered to
be orrible that a city turns a
funeral into a big party.
But death constantly lives Naples:
Vesuvio silently sleeping, the
underground vacuum getting
down, killings and violent
deaths everyday.
Throughout this collective Hysteria,
Naples renews a rite, a daily
exorcism whose task is not
to separate living from the dead
but, on the contrary, following a
non-western consciousness, is to
celebrate their renewed union.
