«In the morning, as soon as the sun began to illuminate the fields, we had to harvest the willows, reeds and elms. By lunchtime we had finished cleaning them and dividing them by size. Whoever came to the house could observe, but did not have to speak to us. We closed ourselves in that basket production that bonded us so much.I am the only one in the family who decided to learn my grandfather's art and carry it forward, out of respect for tradition, for the craftsmanship that characterizes my land, out of respect for an art that must not be lost.»
«Now that my grandfather is no longer here, I weave with his phrases that follow one another in my mind.»