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It happens every time I pack my suitcase. I don’t know exactly what to take along because deep down I don’t know exactly what I’m looking for. Of course, I have a more or less clear idea of the destination, the latitude, the season.

A score, many signs among the lines. But in which direction? I look for it every time I pick up my violin and place the score on the lectern. And I know that afterwards I will decide there is never only one direction.

Every morning, very early, maybe the sun hasn’t risen yet. Vittorio leaves the car at the hospital parking lot and crosses those few meters of lawn. Wet with grass, scenting of earth, in the silence of dawn.

Getting to know the people around us and trace out conceptual sketches that help us remember the peculiarities, needs, demeanors, interests and aspirations distinguishing them, are not just exercises to assist our memory.