I was born in a small seaside town in Southern Italy, from my childhood I remember the moments at home with my family and my friends of my neighborhood in the historic center. I remember that at the age of 12, I was a carpenter assistant in a small artisan shop. At 14 I became a mechanic assistant, unfortunately going to school took away my time to work and so slowly I had to leave my studies. It was an immense joy to take my younger sister by the hand and buy her a piece of focaccia for the first time. Nothing was so obvious until then. All we had was the fruit of great sacrifices. Then my father got sick and we didn’t know how to go on. At the age of 15 I received a letter from a cousin who had found better luck in distant lands.