Serena

1993. The mountain as a background, the snow out of the window, the fireplace, and my grandfather seated a rocking chair smoking his cigar. The room was cosy: it was there I fell in love with the fireplace. He was swinging, waiting for me to read a fairytale: I used to sit on his immense legs fascinated by him. I still have the smoky smell in my nose combined with the smoky wood in the fireplace. It was the last time I’d ever seen him and I could recognise that smell around one thousand smells, Roberta Cerizza, Founder.