“And everything took place in that tangle of square and regular streets where on certain deserted summer afternoons, when the northwest wind blew and the air was crisp, every angle seemed to be the vanishing point beyond which lay an infinity full of promises”. Seeing friends you have lost touch with after over twenty years… By day it would only take a few minutes to exchange the usual pleasantries; but by night things are different. By night Bari can bewitch and transform itself into an unreal theatre of memory. Where present and past, memories and invention are confused and the age from which illusions fled can still brush against a time when everything was possible.