Massimo, for his gambling friends, is “er pantera”. He never got anything from life except for the misery of the Roman suburbs, in particular the Laurentino 38 neighborhood. He is not alone in this. Giuliana, Stefano, Rosi, Bianca, Lillo share his same story. They are spinning splinters, victims of a life with no goals lived always at the outskirts, slaves of the suffered violence.
Lives bent by drugs, alcohol, cancer, as in a daily guerrilla. Mothers who cry for their sons. Fathers who disown them.The fear of going back to the street after jail. A snort of coke to start the day. A beer, a grappa and a game of pool to end it. For these men and women there isn’t, and probably there will never be, place for hop