Article by Ludovico Franco
Translation by Martina Marino
In the opening lines of Swann’s Way (or The Way by Swann’s), Marcel Proust remembers how, as a child, he loved watching the images projected by the magic lantern: out-and-out apparitions that told stories, like a wavering and ephemeral glass wall. On a foggy hilltop near the border with Iran, the silhouettes of a man and a boy on horseback stand out: the young boy is checking a laptop screen, trying to connect to the internet to purchase the necessary equipment to revive an old analog projector, unearthed by a former projectionist from the USSR. However, the essential element needed to make the magic lantern work is missing: the light, provided by a simple yet elusive lightbulb.
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