On July 20, 1969, I was in Rome. I had just returned from seeing the Coliseum for the first time. There were black and white television sets with rabbit ear antennas perched outside in the streets with small crowds standing around them. An excited young Italian ran up to me, and said “Your brothers are walking on the moon.” I can still see his face and hear him saying the words, “fratelli… sulla luna…”
Is there a more influential film than this short documentary of ourselves?
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