ABSTRACT
One year ago, in the columns of a newspaper with which I happily collaborate, I expressed my wish that a national cinema would rise up and abandon sentimental scenes and games of cops and robbers; it would make Italians familiar with our country, its glories and failures, its joys and sorrows; and it would allow everyone to see with their own eyes how the millions in gold that Emigrants pour into Italy each year are put to use, and also what difficulties and hostilities must be overcome in the backward provinces in order to keep our culture alive.
