Dreams guide my steps.
Last night, I did a dance with my fisherman. I know him, I just saw him give a lecture and write on a board using a language that I had never seen before. I get close, invite him. He accepts, without reservations. It’s a beautiful circling in an enormous ballroom. I thank him with a bow, like a ballerina, and go.
It's a book about my experience with the fishermen in Southern Italy. It’s in Italian, but it will available in English, too.