“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time.
It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past”
Giacomo was born on the 19th of June in 1837.
He was Italian and grew up in Rapallo, a small town in the Ligurian Riviera.
I like to think that he loved to eat fresh fish on Fridays and sit by the sea after school
during the summer he would take walks with his friends along the shore
He was young when he got on transatlantic ship that would take him to Peru
Giacomo was my great great grandfather;
more than a hundred years separate us.
There are very few facts that I know about his life, just a couple of photographs and a place that since has changed so much
I have fantasized about the place that he left behind.
Later, I have visited and wandered around the streets where he grew up.
I have looked out to the same
and up at the same