I have posted this photograph of me and Mr. Gargoni before and written a small piece on it. It is a symbol of how things ought to be: people not killing each other with total lack of understanding, but offering the hand of friendship.
My parents and I came to his country. He did not feel threatened by us or want us to go away. He just rented us his house and popped in from time to time to visit us. When I look at the picture - more and more as I get older and as events over the last year have unfolded - I see genuine warmth and friendship.