About 8,000 stations and 60 million kilometers of track on which they travel tireless wagons crammed with nearly 20 million people a day. Coaches filled with humanity that are able to offer a real vision of Indian culture and hospitality, in a wonderful country, made by wonderful people. I traveled for months in these bunks watching unforgettable sunsets between the grates of the windows. Pink sunsets that turn orange and then to red. On this indian trains I met and shared glances, words and food with beautiful people. People of all types: high caste, low caste, poor, rich, beggars, chai vendors, samosas, biryani, the blind vendors of toys, shoe repairers, zip and padlocks. Arms crossed on the bottom of that rectangle to see a movie that flows endlessly and that never end: campaigns, palm trees and rice fields, cows, shining brass pots balanced on the heads of beautiful women, children running as fast as the traing waiting for your glance, millions of snappy kites high in the sky. Everything flows like life itself in India, everything except the moon. That always follows you.
Born and raised in a little village in the Italian Alps, now based in Barcelona, Mauro already felt from young age the desire to tell. He discovered that the camera was the right tool for him, the eye through which he could speak to the world. An instrument that began to walk by his side towards a long journey of discovery. “Although it is difficult to express, I think that the photograph represents my way of speaking and what I try to do through my language is to capture the sense of what I breathe and touch with my hands. Not only in appearance but also, and especially, in the essence".
