Late Summer Whisky - FROM TAB.3

1. 01 When I was a kid, I broke my arm badly playing soccer. The bone was snapped in half, my arm dangling at a right angle. I left the hospital with a bandage over my eye and my arm in a sling. My morale was at rock bottom.
2. 02 The first sign that my career would be in publishing came from a small publisher in Marseille who published pornographic comics. Since there was no internet, I went to look for references in suburban newsstands, with fake moustaches and dark glasses.
3. 03 At 18, to celebrate my diploma, I left for Ireland. We stayed only a few days drinking beer, sleeping in the car, and bailing water out of the tent. But what really mattered was that we had managed to put our lives on the road.

« "I cannot be biased. Monferrato was the setting of my childhood. A fortunate and carefree childhood of summer holidays. Among its soft hills, combed by rows of Barbera and Grignolino vines, I was happy. Now that I have grown up, cultivating a restless spirit, in perpetual motion, it is here in Monferrato that I like to return. To feel at home." »