This book is a repository of disconnected memories, something like a collection of unordered stimuli from another era, which will never be able to be put in order and logical sequence. They are the scattered memories of a child from the '50s, given loosely, through the humble and beloved mementos from the era of innocence: torn photographs, children's magazines of the two drachmas, toys, girly albums, paintings, school notebooks, and dog-eared readers... [...]
Let's say that this book is nothing more than an attempt to escape, a "phew, freedom" that seeks collaborators. Let's say that it is a public invitation to the lost friends of childhood, who - maybe - are somewhere around here and are also searching to find the lost contacts. Perhaps it is time to meet again, to talk again. Not, of course, with the crazy hope that we will relive what has irreversibly gone, but to unite the fragments of our memories and to taste - even from a distance - something from that dream. The years pass and someday our memories will disperse into infinity. It is worth saving what we can. Even a drop from the great ocean that we will never cross...