Children, friends, brothers and sisters,

It was there where we were free, between the rooms, the gardens and the kitchens of our grandmothers’ houses. It was there where we were left playing during the warm summer days and the intense fragrance of the hill and the smell of the hot pizza, filled our little hands.

It was there, behind the gardens of the houses and between marvelous flowers that our magical and secret hideaway opened. The green basil, the red tomatoes were the natural frame of our dreams which grew up colorful and shinning. In those warm summer days our games made us happy and timeless.

We could play endless, easily forgetting the time but very soon was dinner time. On the way back home we smelled the miracle of pizza, we heart our grandmothers making our favorite dinner and saying aloud: '’Tomato, basil, oregano, olive oil and mozzarella, come and eat it warm! That’ s the good pizza’’.

The childhood dreams vanished. Quickly we learned to be adults and build the future forgetting our secret hideaway and leaving back our games. But those dreams made our ties and the desire of being together stronger.The scent of the best days is still the same in our hearts and with the same joy of that time has come this far, intact and intense.

Tomato, basil, oregano, olive oil and mozzarella, all from our garden and everything from our tradition is served fresh and genuine in the same way as our grandmothers did for us.