Rocca di Papa, 1958. A tall, blonde, 27-year-old girl, elegantly wrapped in a little black dress, a pearl necklace caressing her neck, and a very sexy pair of leather pumps with dizzying heels, enters the Office of Marital Status.
She hands the identity document to the clerk, who opens it, reads it... then reads it again, moving his gaze from the paper to the girl. «Excuse me, but there must be an error here; this document cannot be yours ». «No, look, it's really my document and that's why I'm here ». “Excuse me, but I still don't understand.” “As you can see, I'm a woman, so I would like you to be able to issue me a new ID.” Who is that woman? What happened to her before that morning? Something happened. Luciana Balducci weaves the threads of personal history that will lead that woman to cover an immense distance between what she was and what she will become, through an impervious path, full of pain and shame.
