Minochio speaks about a self discovering with a numb extension of our body. The wooden hand travels around the body of the boy, trying to figure out what they are, how it feels and how much they know each other.
This “each other” is intrisic, since the two mentalities here belong to the same subject. The no-recognition of a part of our body, and at the same time the identification with that part in order to find ourselves, make Minochio (My-ochio, my eye, honoring Pinochio) a boy who is enjoying this new adventure within himself.