I remember the popular districts of Turin in the 70s ..
Flats workers swarming with gray .. a house with two rooms on the third floor in Via Premuda, that I slept in the hall of 2m to 2m in a mobile bed ..
I remember hundreds of children playing in the street .. the meadows and cement .. the elephant's leg trousers, boots, leather jackets, the tight .. I remember my hair curls .. I remember the football games where he dreamed of becoming champions .. I remember my first love but had never reciprocated .. I remember the fights almost always because of my brother .. I remember my first bike .. I remember my friends .. I remember being too Child I. .. the happiness and disappointments, the dreams .. I remember and I feel like crying .. I remember and I want to hug my children ..
