“Once upon a time, not a long time ago, a boy lived on the beautiful island of Sardinia. He was no older than 13, his lineaments were typically Mediterranean. Average height, slightly curly dark hair, an amazing olive-colored skin, sweetly and perennially glittering in the sun, and two big, curious, and lively dark eyes, constantly in search for something to admire and inspect.
He was a kind of elf, exuberant, rebellious, an enthusiast for life, but also messy and frantically in search of new adventures and discoveries. He used to spend his time sneaking in everywhere, wandering about in a kind of perpetual motion. His fantasy had no limits and there was no place safe from his bratty eyes.”