We don't remember days, we remember moments. The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.Things are revealed through the memories we have of them. So I have compiled a not so brief and not quite complete history of my "Familis" life in pictures. It's a look back at the places we've called home some of the places we've seen and all the memories we shared. Emerged from this book a long love story, that of my parents, but the story of my 50 years of life too.
Write something about me ...? ..but really nothing doesn't come to my mind. The perception I have of myself doesn't always correspond to what others have. I could label me with some stupid slogan or give of me a tedious description of the thoughts, tastes and hobbies.., but I think that this doesn't serve to describe a person. I can only say that there are states of mind that I absolutely share because experimented ("Always preserve the enthusiasm of a child", "Cultivating a passion for wonder", "Living in close contact with nature") and others that I would like to experiment ("Never lose sight of the goal, " "Always enjoy the right time "). It isn't easy to feel fully satisfied, it isn't enough to want to be happy to feel happy indeed with the passing of years, happiness seems to become more and more an indefinable state of mind .. Then I got an idea, I'm here...!!