When the old lady she’s been caring for twenty years passes away, Doina, 55 years old Rumanian caretaker in Turin, loses not only her job, but also a place to stay and the illusion of a family. Pushed by her friend Gina and accompanied by Lucia, young nice of the lady, Doina begins a path to rediscover herself. An entire life in two suitcases. To go where? A new start seems almost impossible to Doina, but Lucia shows her that even a dry leaf can be born again.
Dry Leaf is the film in which I accept my Italian identity, in Turin, the city that adopted me. I realized that when you live in two different countries you cannot choose one or the other place without abandoning a piece of each. Doina, the protagonist, decides to back to her origins, but she won’t come back the same young woman that left Rumania a long time ago. Italy is now another part of her. Her feeling, as mine and as many immigrants, is condensed in the Rumanian word “dor”, an untranslatable expression that means grief for a past loss but also a deep desire to get back what we lost.