" A hunter knows when September comes. He feels it suspended in the air, the one that suddenly changes after an August storm: here the summer ends and its spring begins. A three-month long season that will quickly lead him towards the first snowfalls of December, and despite he already knows that it will cost sacrifice, commitment and dedication he waits it impatiently, every year; it’s a promise that he doesn’t struggle to keep; he always does, there is no why. " - Marta Chiattone, "Un Cacciatore lo sa"
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