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Nina had always been a special child.
She was born in Turin, but her connection to Sicily, her parents' homeland, remained strong. Her father had left Sicily to pursue other career opportunities, but like everyone else, he returned to his homeland every summer. Nina had never forgotten her carefree summers spent with her grandparents, the deafening song of the cicadas, her neighborhood friends, and all the outings. Her grandmother Antonina often took her to the countryside to bake bread. She would sit her in a corner and tell her to carefully observe something that would one day disappear. Her ancient gestures, the sounds and then the scents that would arise from those gestures, were etched in her heart.
She packed the first suitcase she could find and took the first flight to Catania. It was winter, and her grandparents' house, closed since their passing, made her feel a bit sad. But she threw open the shutters, letting in the September sun, and the sadness vanished. She had long been planning to take care of the land her grandmother had left her before she died. It was a very large plot of land with centuries-old olive trees and a small house that had once been the sharecroppers' home of a larger estate that had since been divided. She decided she would reconstitute the entire property and renovate the house. The next day, after a finally peaceful night, she began making contacts and looking for a company to renovate the house. Thus began her new life, with a flurry of ideas and projects that she managed to successfully complete. Everyone in town thought she was crazy. The idea that someone would abandon certainty for absolute uncertainty was incomprehensible to many. At the end of October, he harvested his first olives and bottled the first pure oil from his company, "La Restanza."
She reunited with Ettore, a childhood love she had never forgotten, who quickly became her right-hand man. Nina was happy; her studies had allowed her to capitalize on her resources with new entrepreneurial approaches while maintaining the same high-quality results. It was a new way of tending the land, of doing an ancient profession with less effort through the optimization of resources.
Grandma was right: Nina studies! But then she comes back, this land needs young people.
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