When I was child i used to wait all year for summer weeks, those summer weeks whose memories I carried with me every day to the following summer. Pineto is a small town on the Abruzzo coast, is where me and my family used to spend our holidays, it always meant to me so much more than just a holiday.
Together with a friend we grew up walking through the pine forest, admiring the celebrations for the patron’s day, running through the streets of this small town where dinner was not really dinner without the “arrosticini” (typical skwewer made of sheep meat).
In this special place we came as childrens who dreamed to fly with plastic dragons, and through the years we became teenagers who wanted to play videogames most of the day.
Then life took me away from Pineto, holidays with parents were not excting anymore. After 20 years I decided to go back, back to my childhood, together with my wife and childrens, I wanted for them to feel what i used to feel when I was a child, a happy child in Pineto. I wanted them to smell the same perfumes, to see the same pine needles reaching the beach, by the sea, to be intrigued by the same historical buildings.
I hold my kids hands while we are strolling at the same village parties, I look at their amazed eyes and I get excited as if it was the first time for me too.
I searched for pictures from my family archive, I hunted postcards in little markets and then i mixed them with new photos to tell my story, a story where past and present blend themselves toogheter to give life to memories, those memories that belongs to anyone who is lucky enough to have had their own “Pineto”.
Music credits: Giò Lama-Raw Steel-Unlimited Struggle