A few days ago, I happened to be in Ireland’s second city, Cork. The opaque prospect of a routine work trip was brightened when a colleague, friend and host, Daragh, suggested we join the closing evening of the local Italian Film Festival. They were screening Giuseppe Tornatore’s Ennio, so, I happily joined in, and in the end we knew we had seen a great film about a great man.
La giovinezza è felice perché ha la capacità di vedere la bellezza. Chiunque sia in grado di mantenere la capacità di vedere la bellezza non diventerà mai vecchio.
(Franz Kafka)