What sort of relation does exist between the child you once were and the adult you are now? What makes us who we are? Who are we when we’re kids? And who we are, when we become adults? Between a man and his dog, walking on a beach, a philosophical dialogue on time, age, life develops. And stories are told. Stories of a Sardinia far away in time and space, yet close and alive in the memory of a man who fed and preserved the dear memory of himself as a child. The reminiscences of a person who has been faithful to the promises he made to his little, old self.
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