«A few days ago I was in Tromso, a town in the far north of Norway. I walked among the fir trees, on a snowy mountain from which the sea could be seen. The light was soft, pink. At one point I stopped and dropped backwards. I sank on my back in the fresh snow and stood there for a few minutes, looking up at the sky through the branches of the trees. I knew that such sweet moments would pass, but it didn’t matter. I was there, I really was. And I was happy». A text taken from "Il presente ritrovato", by Andrea F. de Cesco.