One thing is clear: when you approach it, you should not be in a hurry. It is a work of art, a masterpiece, like a painting or a sculpture, where smell and taste take the place of sight. An inimitable taste: full, intense, harmonious.

All around the world, Italy is associated with culture, art, food, in a few words our way of life. But more and more people are attracted to our country for another reason: our ability to “do”, to manufacture beautiful things.

"Vedi Napoli e poi muori" (“See Naples and then die”) is a Goethe’s famous expression that reflects the beauty of this city. I’ve seen Naples many times, I am still alive and I keep going back.

Today I will tell you about a very sad episode, which has left its mark on the city of Rome and beyond: the raid of the Jewish Ghetto in Rome. An episode that some of the oldest Romans still remember. My intent is not to judge, but simply to let you know about a piece of our history, sad as it is.

Italy, in addition to being a wonderful country, boasts an incredible variety of extraordinary products. In these days, in so many places some special people are committed to carrying on ancient customs and traditions as if nothing had changed over time.

Today I want to talk about an event engraved into the imagination of Italians, young or old, that happened 50 years ago.