L.D.

2020 - 2021

I didn’t know my uncle Luigi. He passed away in March 2020 while I was in Milano; the news left me with a strange feeling of emptiness.
My father emptied his apartment, the same one where they grew up as kids.
On day he brought me a box of dusty vinyls, on the covers, written with a pen, my uncle’s initials: “L.D.”.
I am very passionate about music, so I decided to listen to them, wondering if we had something in common.
I felt a connection, and I immediately decided to go and see his place before it was sold.
It was empty, but with traces of life on every surface. I searched for him through those signs, asked myself how he lived and how it would have been like to know him.
They told me he was a solitary man, just like myself.
His music playing in my mind, emotions running through the walls, my father looking at the place of his childood for the last time.