“ Orta is a town like this: whether you are born there, grew up there or went there in the age of dreams; whether you passed a summer of your manhood, or you came to get a well-deserved rest in the autumn of your aging years, it is always fatal.

Unknowingly it clings to you, it transforms you, it molds you, and it possesses you. ”

 

GABRIELE GALLI: UNA PAGINA SU ORTA (1941)