A foggy sunday morning in Verona and a fortunate encounter in an almost empty Piazza delle Erbe. His name is Paolo Zanarella. Musician, composer, graduate in theology, part-time labour consultant for living, he carries his grand piano into all sort of public places (even hang up by a crane upon venetian canals), to perform among people and let people appreciate piano music.
Milano is a crowded, polyglot, grossly unequal city. Many foreign immigrants and italian people live under the poverty line. Refugees and illegal immigrants croud the train stations or the streets of the luxury and fashion districts begging for money or selling counterfeit merchandise. The city is not adapting to new waves of immigrants and people tend to defend against them.