When one is born, he doesn't knowwho he is. And if there isn't anybody t otell him, life becomes pretty complicated!
This is the story of a duckling looking for her identity. She was born -on a bright night- rolling down from a small bumping truck together with a fuzzy, warm slipper, jumped out from the same truck.
She mistook it for her mother...
To know who we are can be nice, it's always a great solace to us. But in our world, once we entered, it's not sure we really can feel good. You need a lot of imagination, some good friend, but perhaps... a lonely wolf.
2010