November 12th 2019, the splendid Venice is hit and drown. A mocking stone guest, the so called MOSE, lies on the sea bottom like a defenseless ghost eaten by mussels and rust. In the meanwhile people shovel, prey, dry and swear. Among selfies with plastic boots, bottles, rubbish and floating mattresses, once more, it is the Venetians’ resilience that tries to recover a town from feeling betrayed and humiliated under 187 cm of fear.
