It’s summer 1983, somewhere in Northern Italy. Elio Perlman is sitting outside near the pool in his backyard, wearing nothing but swimming shorts. With a peace of parchment and a pencil in his hands, he’s scribbling down something on it as he wore his headphones.

“Elio, help bring his suitcases upstairs please.” His mother, Mrs. Perlman shouted from afar.

With a sigh, he took off his headphones and walked over to you and his mum.

“I’ll help you with those.”