I must have been 4 or 5, we were living all together, under the same roof, my mum and my dad, my brother and my sister, the dogs, and my nanny Caterina, this is the best memory I have.
After that, I remember the fights, the few days spent with my father, and the lies.
Since then, I've always had the feeling that my family lied to me, mostly for a little courage.
I lived most of my life with one person, my mother.
Most of who I am today is because of her and because of her, I had to run away.
The people that I've surrounded me with helped me to understand what kind of truth I needed, photography helped me to keep track of it.
Today what makes me happy is knowing t that whatever I do, is done with certain honesty.
Today I feel I'm in a much better place than I was, I feel I don't have to run anymore.
I miss home.
