We are at the seaside in Barletta, I was 16 years old and there was a fresh, lively atmosphere. The sails and seagulls, billboards and bodies in the sun. Everything like those advertisements for sun creams, for drinks with new flavours, for musical groups with strange clothes, long hair and names, I don’t know, like the Rolling Stones or the Beatles or just the Animals. They played songs never heard before, with new rhythms and the young people moved up and down the Promenade. I think about those times and draw, draw as if life would never end. I remember dancing with my new friend from Milan, she held onto me and told me, how good your shirt smells, she smelled good and fresh and I said: my mother washed it with Marseille soap. Then I woke up and these drawings were there waiting for me.