The BridgeDid the dead exist? Were they watching? Were they ghosts? Not the kind hed imagined as a child, draped with white sheets, with the ability to walk through walls, but the kind that lodged themselves in your heart, in your memories, the kind that came to you in dreams, that you could see when you closed your eyes and sometimes even when your eyes were opened. In 1970s Melbourne, 22 year old Italian migrant Antonello is newly married and working as a