Placed in Milan, in a house near the center with some green around, it was home of my grandparents, and when I was a child I was coming here for play, eating the figs, and collect the grapes. It's under the laurel plant in the garden that one day I've learned to produce fire, to direct the rays of sun on one point, throw an eye-glass, on the leaves that spring out the parfum. Here I've found the zither , that seem my grandfather have saved from the garbage, that I've used for the recordings of Sunja cd.