“There were five of us in the family, on the sixth and top floor of the apartment building at via Daunia 43, in the center of San Severo, and when the time came, Mom would say: ‘It’s ready, go and call Dad’.
Out on the landing, climbing the three flights of stairs that led to the studio, we could already hear him cursing. Then, once inside the studio, Dad’s peremptory reply was: “Tell your mother I can’t right now”.[…]