I've tried to tell about the old town of Taranto, twenty years after I left Taranto for study and work.
The place where my father and my grand parents were born.
I was born and I been living for 18 years in the new town. The old part of Taranto is a small island connected by a bridge to the new part.
In my immagination, it has been for several years a hostile place, far away from downtown, mainly unknown.
Now, 20 years after having left Taranto, sometimes I visited the old village with curious and inquisitive eyes of a mature man.
I have found simple and humble people , mainly fishermen, who eke out a living in every possible way. Men and women of great dignity and composure.
I have lived, culpably late, a reunion with my roots.