Maurizio carried my head, and so 40 people drove me in and out of the Comunitat de Isolotto, where the archive and history of Isolotto are also kept. We walked further to the Viale dei Bambini, to the lawn below the terrace of Cosetta’s house. They laid me down in a circle. Ief asked everyone to sit down and told me what I had done the last 10 days: the city council, Emma’s house, the Piedebus, … Afterwards, everyone presented themselves. It was the first time we had a conversation after an improvisation.
They brought me to the archive so I could take one word and memory from all the history books: Fiaba. Bout, Ief and others put me in the grass so I could form this word. I can write I thought. Should I have to bring one thing from Isolotto, it was this memory and this word.
We kept the children at a distance and took a picture of the word. Once this happened we went away. The children played and rewrote the word.