When people ask me : ‘Why are you in Italy?’, I simply answer: ‘You know, my mother was one of the many Kubilai Khan’s concubines in the Forbidden City. One day she met Marco Polo and fell in love with him, but it was an impossible love. She made me swear, before she died, that one day I would go and visit her lover’s homeland, and… here I am. I am the reincarnation of that daughter.’
When I have a walk in Emanuele Vittorio’s Square it feels like home, and I see the Lawrence of Arabia’s dreams flowing in the air, together with Cleopatra’s, Genhis Khan’s and Cristoforo Colombo’s. The Eternal City shines with gaudy colours just like under the reflection of a prism… a melting pot of races and cultures.