Abandoned places from my childhood.-Shoot on ilford 400 xp2 with a yashica FX3
I thought a lot about the name of this album. In the end I went for the easiest name I could imagine. Albarelli for you doesn’t mean anything, even in Italian is not a common word, it’s a term of endearment for small tree, it’s even the plural of it. For me this word brings up many things, memories, moment that will never go away, tears and laugh. I thought would have been easier for me to write about it but it isn’t. I’m on a train right now, coming back to Como, 10 pm and even if I try I can’t stop crying while I write on my Mac.
Albarelli is the name of the company my Dad run for many years in Como. My family come from Sud Tirol and in 1982 they moved to Como. My dad was working for a shipping company and they proposed him to become the director of their headquarter in Como. That’s why I am the only one born here. All my sibling were born in Brixen.
This place used to be my amusement park, was a normal company from Monday to Friday, but on weekend I was the king there. Our house was inside the company so I could go everywhere I wanted to.
This is the last link I had with my father, he died when I was 2 and from the moment we moved out of this place I’ve lived only in places where he didn’t walk in.
This is were I learned to ride my bike. This is where I played my first videogame. This is where I got injured my first time. This is where I had my first memories. This is where I started my trip, I don’t know where it will bring me and I’ve no map with me but I know it started here.