Christian began playing the guitar when he was eight. And it
happened by chance. He’d had a guitar as a present from his father and
mother, Adriana and Franco, for Christmas. He remembered that he was
a bit disappointed because he didn’t know what to do with it; he would
rather have had a game or a bicycle. And he was too taken up with “school,
swimming and catechism” to attend a music school. But his uncle Aldo
started to play that guitar one day, and little by little Christian
learned from him. He christened the guitar Katy. Later
on, his real teacher was an eighteen-year old girl from his parish.
And finally, a young guitarist gave him a hand as well.