Marco Bellocchio in his interview with Joyce in 1994 talks about his attitude towards life devoid of dreams and illusions, but extremely active, asking her how it is possible to transmit the extraordinary things that she has lived. Her straw handbag still hanging on a door of her room, the cuckoo of the room, the wicker rocking chair, her colored combs resting in the bathroom near the mirror, the Sardinian carpets, the flowers that Angela always puts on the kitchen table, the reeds dancing with the wind. Joyce's house in Fermo, in the Marche region, is a house that breathes life, a life many times dramatic but also rich in poetry. The period of exile with Emilio Lussu in Paris, the struggles of women in Sardinia, the translations of poets who wrote "useful poetry", the one that comes directly, without too many words, to the knowledge of other realities and to sentiment.

We listened to two kinds of music at home. Classical, when Dad was there. And De André and Guccini, who expressed our desire for ideals and freedom. We lived two lives. One with Dad and one when he was away: Natascia, Consuelo, Roberto would come then. The magic would start. You loved Don Milani’s motto, ‘I care.’ You remained a teacher all your life. Now I see you on the smartphone screen. We all live in isolated bubbles that can’t take off and meet. I think all the time about ways to shorten our distance, to take you out of that isolation that has engulfed you.