The most perspicaces will note the reference to Dali's artwork, the Persistence of Memory, the recollections that take to a dear place in our heart where every dream stops to. That specific place for me is in the hills of Modena, the house were I was almost born, where I spent my childhood, where most of the good memories reside, Castellino delle Formiche. While growing up my father was extremely busy, travelling the world and managing a multi-millionaire business, so we were always short on time, but weekends were family time in our second house in the hills. This Pascolian family nest was the way to escape the city life and above all work, since we are talking about twenty years ago technology wasn't available to interfere and we would invite friends to come for the day or to sleep over. It was a constant party, and many of you came to that house, it's not only a family memory, more like a shared memory with all the people who visited as they recall that place as a celebration of life and how much we used to enjoy there. The house is located inside a national park, has outstanding views over nature, the rocks of Rocca Malatina and has a huge terrace where we had all our banquets with the commensals of the weekend. The location was just perfect because we could go to ski during winter, at the river for a swim during summer or just for a walk in nature being surrounded by woods. While we were in Italy last week I couldn't miss the opportunity to show it to my wife and son, to share a piece of my past, and let them understand better where my personality developed, where I started walking, and were my parents took me just few hours after I was born. Seeing my son there reminded me of the joy that place transmitted me.