My drum came to me only when it was time, I didn't look for it also because I didn't "know" that I could play it. One day many years ago I received a package from the American continent, North America to be precise, so the stamp said.

I did not understand what that package could contain also because the shape did not reveal anything and I certainly did not expect its content. With quizzical curiosity I began to open the package and was the first to find an "old" looking note with unexpected words written on it "we saw you" and a kind of stamp indicating the specific provenance from a Native American people. Obviously I did not understand until I realized that the package had been sent by a friend of the family who had come to visit her friends in the seaside village in Italy, a few words passed between us when she was visiting from us, but she but "had seen" me. She is part of the Cheyenne people ... which I only learned after this unexpected Gift of her belonging to the long-haired people. I continued to open, when I saw the contents and immediately cried motionless, I don't know why but it was a deep, uncontrollable feeling that brought me back to the feeling that that instrument had already been used by my hands in previous lives, the sound of the earth and of the times he had found me.

Even today I have that feeling every time I raise my drum to the ancestors and the Great Mystery and with humility I thank you for having had the opportunity to play and dance for those who want to hear and not just listen.

In the note among other things it was written "... now you will start playing again as you did many times ago ...".

Dance with Me ... but "travel" for yourself *