Synopsis

Everyone has their own way of facing destiny. Jeremiah's may seem bizarre. But what does Jeremiah care about the hasty judgment of people who think they're rational and then stop to consult their horoscopes? What matters to him is finding a way to protect his two delightful life companions from the threats and dangers that lie in wait. He would do anything to hold them close, to cradle them close to him. Some return from work to find empty, silent rooms; he doesn't. They arrived in his home out of nowhere, like a miraculous gift. And now they laugh, they let themselves be caressed, they entrust themselves to him. Rites are needed, celebrated without shame, to keep strangers from approaching. Because these beautiful, fragile companions of his are helpless. Like newborn butterflies, like newly opened flowers, like fickle fairies clinging to him, protector and lover. Enrico Unterholzner's pen is the light instrument to explain the inexplicable. Graceful, imaginative, gently ironic. Her way of animating the air is Calvino-esque, until the little things begin to tell stories, to sprout truths about the human fragility that unites us all, forcing us to recognize ourselves in the secrets we jealously keep behind our doors.