IF I FIND YOU, I’LL LOVE YOU THERE
I moved to Milan twelve years ago. It was September, and the city was completely covered in fog. The atmosphere was intimate and enveloped by a profound silence. At that time, I was passionate about horror movies and the ambience reminded me of The Fog (1980) directed by John Carpenter. In the film, the uncanny mist hides disturbing, mysterious figures that materialise into revenants ready to kill unfortunate villagers. While at first the white Milanese haze seemed to move me away from reality, I soon became convinced that it was doing the opposite, bringing people closer. The fog made the world disappear only to have it resurface again in a disorienting but familiar form. In the fog, the city became opaque and permeable.
It was in the midst of the fog that I went to the Gattullo bakery and tasted my first ever artisanal panettone. It must have been that tangible opacity that brought out the opulent flavours of butter, raisins, candied fruit and honey, which joined together in a deliciously erotic tangle.
I discovered that its voluptuous taste corresponds to the panettone’s history, born out of a young man’s attempt to seduce the palate and heart of a baker’s daughter. Needless to say, the dessert conquered both the girl and her father.
As always when I think about two lovers, Roberto Vecchioni’s song ‘Lights at San Siro’ comes to mind, about a couple who plays in the mist, intentionally getting lost only to find each other again: ‘Do you remember the game, inside the fog? You hide and if I find you I’ll love you there.’ At the end of the game of hide-and-seek, the two lovers make love, hidden by that magical grey blanket that camouflages their naked bodies.