To my father Giovanni
I have always thought that every place has a story to tell as my family’s house, my father’s house. Giovanni Pontillo was my father.
Every place is special and it talks about us,
it whispers us distant tales, lost over time.
Old stories, silently, resurface as sweet memories.
Places of the heart that attract and welcome us.
They are special places which patiently wait for being discovered and told.
My story is about a family belonging to the sea,
it is a story about sailors, captains, fishers and houses by the sea.
My story speaks about boundless horizons, storms and waves which break on the rocks and rise above the thoughts.
My story is about sunrises and sunsets,
about silent harbours, destination of boats
loaded with hopes and wishes,
about lighthouses and lights over the sea and…
about dreams.
This is my family’s story and that of The fisher’s dream.
Alba Pontillo
