With my dear Rino 
here I am with my dear Rino.La photo was taken about a month ago. Rino was my teacher for years when I was a little girl. I went in his workshop to learn how to restore furniture. His shop was frequented daily by people who came to keep us company while we lavorevamo.Raccontavano stories, made comments, read poetry, they smoked cigarettes. I have a Rino
much, much patience, much love and many ancient knowledge.
The shop is now closed. It remains only a memory, and some pictures.
Thus, the same for the people who attended, but in my heart, dear Mary Ada Carniato, the mad poet (so they said), the grumpy Zamuner, Ottorino, who was a refugee of war, except from the fields of Nazi concentration and guided the nurses. I understand that Prime
De Bianchi, the sculptor, is still alive, even if not doing well.
What memories!
Finally publishing this photo of my Bear, faithful friend, counselor, and very jealous alchemical life partner. 
