My grandfather got on his bike at 16 and rode down from the Seriana Valley to Milan. He was looking for employment in the big city. He took a wife and a house, but died young of lung cancer. And so, at the age of 16, my father also started working to support the family.

In this project I retrace my grandfather's route back to his mountaintop birthplace. A place where I had never been, but where I belonged. The images of the journey are interwoven with those of my childhood films, another place from the past where I come from and which I have partly forgotten.