Once upon a time there was an ancient village where a little boy who grew up among the dirt roads and stone houses, surrounded by beautiful vineyards, inhabited by farmers and peasants, worn by the the seasons, as seen from the palms of their hands.
This little boy loved his town, his mother’s town. By heart, he knew each and every corner, the grand courtyard where people danced on those warm August evenings, the barns, shelter for those great gentle cats, and even the tavern where the wine helped us all to forget the tiredness of the earth.