We all look for ways to shed our skins from time to time, for a chance to look at the world through borrowed eyes.
On a fog-drenched November morning the Ostia Antica pushes off from the port of Genoa, bound for Buenos Aires. The year is 1905.
It is here where the story of Lydia begins, an emigrant’s tale of a whimsical young woman with her gaze fixed to the future, and the need to re-invent the world around her.
Told against the backdrop of Latin America at the beginning of the twentieth century, The Hand of Yemanjá braids together the old world and the new, with the ocean and the hand of fate that divides them.
From the coast of northern Brazil, through the streets of Rio de Janeiro and Buenos Aires, and on to the dusty Chilean shores Lydia becomes a part of history, as it was devised by a street child that crosses her path during her travels.