It was the trip of a lifetime...
where he found an unexpected treasure,
beyond the prized photographs he made.
It had been a long dream for Marco, to finally reach and touch the Italian land. Shortly after his arrival in Rome, standing on the Bridge of Angels, where he had begun to make his first photographs, he immediately felt something deep, stirring in his soul from decades ago. Memories were being awakened, but something else was surfacing. Whatever it was, it would have to wait. There were too many photographs to make, with limited minutes each day.
He traveled there, looking for something else unaware, until landing that last day in Moscufo, the town of his grandfather, his father's father. Then came the tap on the shoulder in the Piazza Umberto, and he couldn't believe what flowed back into him, from fifty years ago. On that last train back to Rome, he knew he had been given something remarkable.
