It was an afternoon of May 1933. It had rained and multitudes of swallows were racing in the sky when I first saw you from my window. So we started whole nights on the phone, with questions and answers always pervaded by your wisdom. We managed to meet only twice with many difficulty and in just fifteen days you returned to Naples. It was our first distance and we never imagined the many future distances and the many letters you would have had to write to me. Africa and Abyssinia meant for us a period of our life lived as a parenthesis. Then in 1949 a total change of life for all of us. Several times a week I came to Rome by car along the Salaria and Titti always went with me even in pregnancy. We had created an army, seven children, a song from the songs of our genes bursting of life.