I presented myself to life in the atrium entrance of a historic palace, my family residence for several generations, in Cairoli Road in Genoa, on 26th of June 1958.
That day my father was driving a roaring Guzzi sidecar motorcycle. My pregnant mother was sitting on the passenger side while they were running about through the streets of the town. It was their accelerated return, caused by a sudden and violent storm, that caused my daring and premature birth |