A weekend out of town should mean peace and lightheartedness, but it can also lead into unchartered situations, from the odd to the life-threatening, treading a thin line between bucolic charm and sheer madness. Pedro and Yuri are trying to find peace once more, or perhaps to rediscover themselves, but right from the start they have to cope with people who approach them in an ambiguous way, to say the least. Little by little, and against their will, they are drawn into a surreal scenery, pitting them against the harshest trials they could ever have imagined.
My name is Roberto Fustini, and I was born in Bologna, Italy. But Bologna was no more than a starting point: as is often the case, the importance of one's origins lies in how and how much they prepare and stimulate one to go beyond oneself. In search of a contact, of a link with what is different from oneself. That's how it was in the places where I have lived, and most of all in those that I have visited and loved. That's how it was also in my personal training, pieced together like a kaleidoscope of fragments of all the decades I have lived through, as well as for my cultural training, thanks to my passion for European literature and poetry, but also for North and South American fiction, that of Japan and beyond. I believe in the possible compenetration of all means of expression – cinema and theatre, music and the figurative arts – and in their potential, precious combination. I place no limits on myself that have no real relevance, and so I believe myself to be an explorer and scientist of emotions through time and worlds near and far. The form of transversality which I believe to be most important is in fact that of the emotional and thematic sphere. I have written various novels and short stories in Italian, both through publishers and on independent platforms. Lost Weekend has first been published in Italian in 2016.