Two years before leaving home my father said to my mother that I was very ugly.
Giovanna’s pretty face has changed: it’s turning into the face of an ugly spiteful adolescent. But is she seeing things as they really are? Into which mirror must she look to find herself and to see herself? She is searching for a new face in two kindred cities that fear and detest one another: the Naples of the heights, which assumes a ask of refinement, and the Naples of the depths, a place of excess and vulgarity. Adrift, she vacillates between these two cities, falling down into one then climbing back to the other. But neither city seems to offer her any answers or escape.
