“At home there are also many good times. We joke and laugh. We listen to records together, Enzo Jannacci, Mina, Frank Sinatra, the guitarist brothers Santo & Johnny. More rarely do we see anything on television, because after Carosello you have to go to bed. In the ’80s, when we were at university by then, if we passed by the house we would watch Drive In together, which Dad liked. I also remember some trips, to Ravenna, Greece, Mexico. Or, as children, he takes us to school in person, an event. When he gives us some time, we take a trip together. On some occasions we go to Morimondo, where he goes hunting (…). Around the age of 10, I start to become aware of the difficulties in the relationship between us. I don’t know if my father is jealous of the carefree moments I live with my mother but he certainly doesn’t like our closeness, and he does nothing to hide it. On the contrary: the distance between us is accentuated by the fact that I physically resemble Giorgina. I remind him of the ‘traitor’, to use one of the nicer terms he uses to refer to her. I lack physical affection from her, never a hug or a caress. (…)”. (pp. 92 – 93).
