L’Italia è lusso nella semplicità, un insieme di emozioni calde, fascino misterioso ed eleganza.

Strade strette che respirano l'arte, persone che si godono una tazza di cappuccino in un bar, passanti casuali...

Mr. Leo crossed the street and entered the small restaurant. Taking his seat by the window, he took off his overcoat and rolled up the sleeves of a light grey sweater. The waiter came in and unwittingly spilled wine on the guest's sweater. “Sir, give me your sweater and I'll bring you a similar but better one”.

Il signor Leo attraversò la strada ed entrò nel piccolo ristorante. Sedendosi vicino alla finestra, si tolse il soprabito e si arrotolò le maniche di un maglione grigio chiaro. Il cameriere entrò e involontariamente versò del vino sul maglione dell'ospite. “Signore, mi dia il Suo maglione e Gliene porterò uno simile ma migliore”.

Mr. Leo agreed, pulled off his sweater and handed it to the boy. Next day the boy handed him two bags: an old sweater, perfectly laundered, and another new one. Same colour, but with amazing soft yarn. “Sir, my grandfather has been knitting for many years, he has the best materials in the whole country”.

Next day the boy  handed him two bags: an old sweater, perfectly laundered, and another new one. Same colour, but with amazing soft yarn.

“Sir, my grandfather has been knitting for many years, he has the best materials in the whole country”.

Mr. Leo asked the boy to order a few more sweaters. Sweaters of a mysterious grandfather from Italy served Mr. Leo faithfully. He wore them for many years and adored it.

A few years later, Mr. Leo died. The daughter of Mr. Leo kept a sweater of that very shade of grey as a keepsake from her father. And she decided to find the boy and his grandfather.

She went to Italy and met the boy in the same restaurant.

There were three people in the restaurant: the girl, boy and grandfather. The last toast was for the moon, which shone brightly in the window during that warm evening.

That evening Loonari was born…