“Every place has a story to tell. Every street, house, corner is a passive witness to our life. It has been said that memory is a ‘collective mechanism.’ Often memory must be nurtured to be alive: anniversaries, press communiqués, flags. But not all history is remembered, and at that point it becomes only a personal necessity. There are places in our cities historically tied to one or various facts, but only for those who remember them, for others they are any places whatsoever. For me they are now places where people who became targets died, or their attackers, they are streets and buildings that had a story to tell and which I, like so many others in my generation, knew only superficially.” As Eva Frapiccini relates, Muri di piombo (Walls of Lead), 2005–2007 emerged in relation to her personal need to delve into her awareness of the “years of lead,” that dramatic period during the second half of the 1970s that, in Italy, was characterized by criminal actions on the part of armed terrorist groups. [...]
