Honestly I just can't stop thinking about Vittorio. His pipe, workman's cap, "muqawama" (resistance) tattoo...all capture his passionate nature, his humanity. It's too late, but I fell in love with him.
"He survived so much, he was so strong and robust and this large, life-filled, hard living, sensitive, open man. He was all about staying human."
Solidarity statements in his honor.
What his mother wrote.
"...now we are closer than ever, with his living presence magnified at every passing hour, like a wind from Gaza, from his beloved Mediterranean, blowing fierily to deliver the message of his hope and of his love for those without a voice, for the weak and the oppressed, passing the baton."
Untitled from Mohammed Al Majdalawi on Vimeo.