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torinocarrara - Industrial design

Every winter my grandmother prepared the bagna càuda, a hot dish against the Turin frosts, with anchovies that come from the salt road, where the earth mixes with the sea.

The food of the poor, of those who break their backs in the fields of Chieri.

The food of the workers, of those who at 12.30 put down their tools and go to eat recalled to the sound of the bells.

A black and white dish, like Mario Soldati's interviews. A lively dish, which needs the constant help of the stones and that heat that they can release slowly and steadily.

Popular as those who die of marble, white marble washed by the red of blood.

The history of Carrara is the history of a material, its symbol is the wagon wheel that carries the blocks and feeds the workers and the people of the port.

Between Piedmont and Tuscany, the hands of the last ones are the same, marked in the same way by the hoe or pickaxe.

The same hands that, from the earth, try to extract the good, the food, the salvation. I lived torn between these two realities, there and back. I know every meter of the highway that separates gray from white.

Torino and Carrara, food and marble.