In December 2018, I fortuitously meet Enzo Prisco, manager of the Johnny and Mary center, in Paliano. I tell him I make movies, that's all I say. Actually, years have gone by since the last experiences I had as an actress and I'm going through an unprecedented artistic and personal impasse. Of course, I don't disclose this. Enzo, on his part, unravels a maze of acronyms and concepts of psychiatry, impenetrable to me. He is full of energy, he convinces himself that I am a filmmaker and just like that, out of the blue, proposes that we work together: why not filming the backstage of a short film that, in a couple of weeks, he will shoot in Catania with the guys from the facility? I don't own a camera, I don't know how to film, yet I accept.