The are films that are marked by reality’s scent and harshness and with it’s permanent grey, as the Neapolitan Il segreto by cyop&kaf (lower case letters exclusively), Neapolitan filmmaker-writers that work as antagonists in those dark territories of the Spanish quarters, telling about their alleys, the decaying halls of the buildings destroyed by the earthquake and never rebuilt, the physical emptiness that becomes emptiness of the soul, in need to be filled and to be lighted up by a bonfire. (Augusto Sainati)