Description
How do you bring these idiots, who call themselves Homo Sapiens Sapiens without self-irony, to their senses? A few wolves that have tragically strayed into Ticino learn about the world from the migratory birds and draw hope. As is often the case, this hope comes from the fertile (or currently rather terrible) crescent between Lebanon and Iran. There, at the crossroads of all silk roads, people always seem capable of the worst and the best.
