Fantasy of kids...

When I see a child, when I speak to him/her, I'm hit by the fantasy they can have. They can figure out witches, and wizards, and misterious animals, and set up a fantastic scenery full of mistery and fun. Differently from us, they can see the world from a different perspective: it's strange to consider mad somebody who has the same fantasy of a child, but is adult.


When I'm in Offagna, near Ancona, I always remember when I was a child and thought it was a castle with the king and the queen, who were living inside, without coming out because they were scared about cars! And we stayed on the bottom of the tower, calling them out, but nobody would reply.

Likewise, we thought there was a man in the moon, calling us, and asking to reach him. To reach the moon... is still in my mind...