I have some childhood memories that I carry with me like a trace
The Mondadori Children’s Encyclopædia at child height: I would drag the volumes across the floor and sit among them with satisfaction.
The fireflies in the grass taller than me and the garden trees I used to climb until before I left.
Running headlong down the path, sinking into the chestnut leaves. The large Chinese papier-mâché umbrella stand lacquered in black.
The paintings of Grandpa and Grandma on the walls…








