I didn't follow the movie really, but I looked at the faces and took the pictures, not only because I was just left there, while the many dogs were running in and out of the house, and my mother was industriously preparing their meals. It was also to capture another connected moment, so to speak.

The first night I ever checked in a US motel, it was upstate New York on the interstate through the Adirondacks. I had left NY with this rented car and was driving up there just to avoid freeways and traffic, as I would have always done for the following two months driving across the states.
I drove trought the night until I finally picked this motel because it was old-looking, and it was named as the NY hotel in the novel by Peter Handke I was reading then.

All the doors of the motel were green except a red one, and the old man gave me the red one, which was sort of scary and kind of cool, say. There were the so called Adirondack decorations on the walls and a lot of other crap inside, and this very old TV set, with no remote control but the rotating button to switch channels.
As I turned it on, Streetcar named desire, the first TV I was happening to see in a long time, and it really hypnotized and fascinated me. First time in the States ever, old Motel with old creepy man, in the middle of the forests with lake, Marlon Brando. It was enough. I didn't have a camera with me, just a notebook. I wrote "young Brando on Tv says, don't worry about it, everybody is alone as you are. He also says you should work out a little".

So as Brando and Magnani's faces appeared on my mother's TV, in that different ramblin' of mine two years later, different TV channel and TV set, different director, and language too, I just sunk in the coincidence, for meaningless as it was. Plus Brando was a little softer now and I felt better.
I said to my mother there was Brando. She stepped out of the kitchen and said, again? The guy's on TV all the time.