Vivaio Letterario - Era mio padre. Vite, sogni, memorie in Technicolor

There are several ways to tell the family story, the one that saw you and made you grow. Through images, if you are part of the generation accustomed to times when photographs were printed, and perhaps pasted in albums with fancy covers. Listening to the memories of those who lived the family before and during, knowing that there is nothing less truthful than memory. But then, are the photos more sincere? Furthermore: do only blood ties count to define familiarity? When, as always, the questions are many more than the answers, it’s worth embarking on a journey in search of traces, hypotheses, revelations, ready to be surprised by turns, climbs, and precipices. And to discover that the destination is far from where we had imagined.

Sunday at 9.30 a.m. breakfast. Coffee, tea, all the good things needed to start the day well: biscotti with organic flours baked in a wood oven, yogurt and local cheeses, garden fruit jams, and whatever the awakening and the season inspire (for example, chiffon). 

At 12.30 p.m. light lunch, greetings, and toast. In between, chatter, questions, and great ideas. As much as you want.