A cultural event tomorrow (Saturday, at 9:30 p.m.) at the Torre delle Stelle Club House, packed with tourists and vacationers, features Carlo Sorgia presenting his thriller "La solitudine del caveau," published by Dellatorre. He will be assisted by speaker Alessandra Sorcinelli, and will feature readings by Maristella Fusaro.

Upon coming of age, Giovanni Jr. receives an unexpected gift. When his father begins to tell him the story of his life, the young man immediately realizes he is about to hear "important revelations" the likes of which he could never have imagined. The quiet room where the two are thus becomes a sort of theater in which scenes unfold from the surprising journey that years earlier, from a tiny town in Sardinia, took his father to Brazil, to the large farm two hundred kilometers from Belo Horizonte. But the great distances are not the striking element of that journey, which, far from being merely geographical, is the result of an existential and emotional journey as intimate as it is adventurous. Giovanni's life is one common to many people. A diligent bank clerk, respected by his colleagues for his experience, helpfulness, and calmness. In love with his homeland and the magnificent landscape he admires on his daily drive from home to work.

Proud of the flaming red car he indulged in. Even his family disappointments aren't all that extraordinary, in the form of a wife who once "framed" him with all her wits. Ultimately, his resentment toward her serves to fuel Giovanni's dream of love for the beautiful, desirable, and devoted Gigliola. An undying dream that resists the passing of the years and the gossip of the village. And yet, a very ordinary event in the lives of many of us, such as retirement, shockingly upends his existence.

Confined by bank management to spend his final days working in the cramped solitude of a vault, Giovanni finds there the inspiration to realize his dreams of freedom. That confined space, whose silence is broken only by the ruminating of his thoughts and the soft rustling of the money he is forced to mechanically count, turns out to be, rather than a cage, the operational center from which he concocts a fantastical, perhaps diabolical, plan. He experiences it as a well-deserved redemption and a subtle revenge—against his wife, against his boss, to whom he is bound by an ambiguous relationship of understanding and mistrust, and against life itself, which has been so unkind to him.

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