La nostra storia è il nostro futuro

When I was litte, I would open my window and I would see the mountains. The upland would greet me everyday with its colours. When I was little I could taste the air while I was wandering throw the countryside and the hills and everything I would eat was taste like Nature. When I was little there were no cars. The eath, with all it could provide was our home. When I was little this was Asiago.