They were sitting on the porch of the house, the ivy and the grapevines showed some of the wall: bricks, stones and limestone, it wasn't very pretty but it showed solidity and stubbornness.

In front of them, the Dormiente painted the horizon: Those mountains that resembled a woman lying down had become a sort of obsession for the people who lived there.

"When she decides to get up, there's gonna be trouble", every now and again you could hear someone say this, people who came to visit us at Terra di Briganti, to kick back and relax after a long day, with a great glass of red.

"And why should she? She seems so comfortable" replied Toni, who was the bigger chatter box of the two brothers. He did this to provoke people and also to reassure himself that she wouldn't. He had just stopped, breathing heavily after non-stop running around between the vines and the fruit trees.

When he and his brother Romeo decided to have an adventure, they would go to the oak wood and maybe even further. Where the cool air and the sounds of the stream cut the red land, marking out the border of their grandparents' fields, also the border of their "small" big world.