One year ago I wrote on my Facebook page this announcement:

“I' m looking for a story to tell. If you think you have a pretty/strange/interesting life and you would like to trust me and work with me (wherever you live) feel free to write me.”

This girl, Giada, answered me like this:

“My life is a story which tells about shit and love”

and then she continued describing Napoli, her hometown, like a prostitute: “Beautiful and damned.. It’s pure poetry.. If you stop and stare at it, it wraps you up.. There is the sea and so there is water and under it there is the vulcan’s fire.. A vulcan in a city.. It’s like standing on a bomb.. you can feel the power of all those elements: fire, water, hearth.. all together.. This gives a fucking energy to this place and to its people and it makes absurd things happen..”.

A few weeks later I was there.

Giada is a girl full of energies and emotions with a 10 years old daughter and a difficult past (drugs and family problems). She greeted me in her house, with her daughter and her boyfriend, for two weeks. I think it has been one of the strongest experiences of my life; it was true, I could feel the fire inside them all and inside the city.