An important and courageous book that shatters the wall of silence, and does so starting from the most difficult and painful point of view: the personal one.

A memoir masterfully written that deals with a story, so far, never told: that of heroin. Tens of thousands of drug addicts, ans a disappeared generation, on which a veil of oblivion has been laid on. Even nowadays, ina a time when the issue is dramatically returning.

"This is a story that is generally not told. It is not even worthy of a story. It's just a small heinous story".

"When my father gets arrested for heroin dealing, I am 15. I am in high school, and go to the only classics school in Grosseto. A school in the province, attended by the sons of professionals in the city. I don’t tell anyone in school about it. I can’t find the words to do it, although, I don’t think I even look for them. It is something that has happened, and that is it. There are two clear images from those days in my mind. The first;  my father walking in the Union Street, hugging his partner. He can’t keep himself upright. I think he is drunk. I don’t understand. The second; my uncle telling me that my father is in jail because he is a drug addict, and taking me to see him. The prison in Orbetello, is small, almost an apartment. His cellmate is locked up there because he hunted and killed a pheasant illegaly. I reconstruct images, sentences from the past, and suddenly, I understand everything. Everything? I see the small town and its inhabitants."