44Here, the typescript of Vittorio entitled "A man to remember" ends in this way. Well, this book has upset me, has upset my life, my existence. More than a year has passed since Sabatino, the cheerful, chubby man from the market, gave me this book and, even today, I fondly look back on this family. These people have entered my heart and they will remain there forever. I often remember them, and every time I find myself with tears in my eyes. I do not know yet whether it is the work of Destiny or Fate, but I think I did the right thing in publishing his story, a beautiful story, an extraordinary story. Vittorio wrote this book in 1986, at the age of 77. I absolutely do not think he did it only for a few friends and relatives, but I imagine he was firmly willing to publish it, to make known
