In a small town, San Trifone, located a few kilometers from Bari in Puglia, a very special festival is held every year at the beginning of November dedicated to fireworks that are blown up there during the day. People come from all over Italy and also from different European countries. The countryside around the village is literally filled with cars, caravans, coaches, tents and barbecues and other delicious culinary treats are organized. It seems to me to be in Cape Canaveral even if there are no launch pads but pipes from which firecrackers are made to fly into the sky where they will explode giving rise to clouds of different colors. The aspect that has always struck me most is the mutation of this landscape which is usually reserved to agricultural activities. In the years of the pandemic this was not possible and today, looking back at the photographs of those days, I have a strange feeling that resembles nostalgia. I think about how all that seemed "normal" to us even in its specific extraordinary nature has almost become a distant dream, something that we believe we have lived but that we can no longer feel as part of our real life.