My name is Giovanni Battista Casareto , Im 57 years old and Im from Recco, in the province of Genoa. All my life I have lived with a serious disability, , resulting from a medical error soon after birth. Despite my difficulties in moving and speaking, my character and my nature, have continually led me to challenge my limits and to try to overcome them, to fight the prejudices and mistrust of a society, which in distant years and even recent ones, I have felt hostile, lacking in respect and solidarity towards our existential problems. Perhaps for these reasons I have always had a particular sensitivity towards fragile and defenseless people, towards the terrible and inhuman injustices of this world. I have lived as a ceramist, since between 1980 and 1983, I attended the professional course for ceramists Liguria Region, at the end of which my first personal exhibition was organised, which was a notable success. At the beginning of the nineties, with other colleagues, we opened a laboratory under my house and other personal and group exhibitions were set up which always had a great appreciation from the public and critics. But all experiences and passions evolve over time and wear out. And so an important page of my life has closed, another has opened, that of writing. Writing has been my first love, since elementary school and then throughout my life and in recent years, it has become the best way to express myself and at the same time the support to not slip into nightmares and phobias that characterize this last glimpse of life. Writing is almost like medicine for me. It helps me not to think about myself, about the many shortcomings that I have inside my heart and to give free rein to my imagination and to portray fragments of lived reality.