When I was a child, I was a real earthquake: always with my companions, in the middle of the street playing … at midday mom would scrape me to make me go home: “Michele … Michele … Chelineee” she shouted looking out the door. Finally I arrived and you could eat but after lunch I immediately wanted to go out again. But mom didn’t want to. I cried, screamed and then my grandmother came and said: “Citt! Ca mo vene u Papunne!”. I immediately stopped … I was afraid of Papunne. The grandmother said it was a kind of monster that came to take and take away the children who were acting up.