Luca

He had pushed so many things to the extreme in his life. He had carried on arguments that could have been resolved with simple words of apology, or with a phone call and nothing more. First with his twin brother, then with his fellow musicians. Yes, because Luca is a jazzman, «and when you are a jazzman you never stop being one, even if he doesn't play anymore», he says proudly.

A bad attitude, and the gambling. A spiral of negativity where it is difficult to find an emergency exit, even if you are familiar with modal scales, like Luca. «I love Chet Baker and Miles Davis - the eyes light up - ever since I was little the singing of the trumpet jumping recklessly in the jazz sessions excited me. I started playing when I was 7, and I never stopped, until my hands started to hurt, and I didn't have much breath anymore».

He was an uncompromising, meticulous, precise musician. But in everyday life he was transformed: a fragile man, full of anger, a spiteful feeling that accompanied him from childhood. He had eradicated the simplest defects, but found himself defeated by the game, where he wasted every penny he earned, deservedly, in jazz clubs.

Luca disfigured his greatest love, and he never realized it, until he was forced to sell his trumpet to pay off a debt. He was no longer able to play anyway: the stress of gambling addiction had consumed his nerves and broke his breath.

Now, with difficulty, he is recovering energy. He hopes he can buy a trumpet someday.