Casa è dove fa male

A sophisticated literary game based on one, simple question: what if these walls could really talk?
In the isolated suburbs of Mestre, a lonely building speaks for itself. Its inhabitants, ordinary people at a first glance, are something else behind closed doors. Looking at the truth can be disgusting, scary, even grotesque.
On the ground floor, Mr and Mrs Busetto are envious, stuck behind the peephole, looking at the Chinellatos across the hall – they are always hungry, while angry is Severino Schiurru, on the first floor, and the Ruzzene family think very highly of themselves. On the second floor, a couple is saving every penny, and just across the hall Tommaso Sbrogio and his young partner can’t take their hands off each other. Third floor, Mrs Menegozzo and her daughter – they’re so tired, all the time. The more you read, the more their behaviour seems oddly
familiar . . . The characters are being watched, but they also spy on each other: every confession sounds like a rumour. Up the stairs the plot thickens: what hides in the eighth flat?
A literary gem that feels like looking at yourself in the mirror in a dark room: what sparks out of nothing?