In these days i am spending more and more time with my parents. My mother Luisa, my father Gastone and my aunt Virginia. They are old, yeah, all of them are already turned in their 80's, and i feel that i need to spend more time with them. I feel the need to find my roots, since their memories and their stories can end, someday. I love to hear all three chatting and telling about that man or that lady, their lives and their deaths. War stories, famine stories, prisony stories, love stories. They have a small leather suitcase full of documents, pictures, and "santini". This word i cant translate adequately in english. A "santino" is a small picture of a dead, with on the backside the date of birth and death and usually a thought. The family of the dead give it to those that go at the funeral, to remember the deceased. My aunt has like thousand of these "santini" in that suitcase. Well, in the picture i see my roots. My grandmother giuseppina, called by all "joffa" in our dialect, and her three daughters. My mother (second from left) and my two aunts. I love their faces in the sun.