“The emerald hues of my first Norwegian night, the sombre blue of the stormy sea, the fishermen’s red huts, the pale dawns on the Mediterranean, the diaphanous whiteness of the salt when it falls on the shimmering silver of the catch. All my life I have looked ahead, yearning as I have for horizons. Only now do I savour the pleasure of stopping every now and then and looking back, to rediscover the colours that map my past, set one against the other, like the tiles of a Mosaic.” Giordano Palazzo