Of the four brothers are the only who had the strength or weakness, leaving the Earth migration, and to return to the source.
Of the two largest, almost one Swiss, the other almost German.
The child who, like me chose (?) Milan, a few days resting in a small cemetery, a small town in the Bassa Pavese, in Vigevano and Mortara,
of rice fields around the graveyard, old farms and shopping malls.
We both learned to love the Lombardy and Milan, but equally, I think there is something wrong in parting from their land forever: Perhaps it is the ultimate death, it's a bit like being a land of the Unknown Soldier none, none, in fact.
But it is, was and will be.
