The history of Death in the western world is the story of a long and gradual separation between the humankind and its biggest fear.
It is the story of several attempts, one after the other, to remove the very idea of the death from the everyday life of the living, from their language, from their thoughts.
The British anthropologist Geoffrey Gorer said that death has become “pornographic” to us, an obscene content from which children must be kept safe. The first and the main western taboo.
The western obsession about the death has been seen as an universal feature across both time and space: “Men fear death”, and that has always been considered a fact.
Trying to find an exception to this rule, our story will take place between two poles apart worlds, from Italy to the far end of the austral Africa in Madagascar.
We are going to tell of a world mirroring to ours,in which the death is not frightening, funerals are the biggest parties, and where the living and the dead speak, laugh and dance all together.
When Désiré Maigrot (the first Italian Consul in Madagascar since 1878) died, his tombstone was engraved with the following words:“Une belle vie, une belle mort”.