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Childhood is a magical time, and telling about childhood also means telling about the objects that most inhabited it. They all became part of us, they accompanied us into adulthood…

“It was above all its movement, if you pushed it forward, backward or to the side, it tilted a little and then returned to its starting point with an oscillating movement…so I pushed it over and over, nothing seemed to disturb him, his smile always remained the same, his eyes always bright, there was no thrust that could make him fall, he always returned to the starting point.

And I played, fascinated by the mystery of his ability to know how to bend and always get up.

ONLY NOW I DISCOVER HOW SUCH AN ESSENTIAL TOY, A  MISIRIZZI COULD BE A TEACHER OF LIFE.

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