Strambino is a tiny village in Piedmont at the foot of the Alps, where my parents lived for a short while in the '60s until I was 5 years old.
Their house with the factory next door, a church my grandma patronised and a path near where Brenda broke her back.
I walked those streets again this year revisit my memories.
Here, I encountered my mother's pain, imagining her as the exuberant fashion icon she had once been now wheelchair bound for life.
Also broke and bankrupt.
She must have felt like she'd touched rock bottom, though the following years piled on more trauma.
Success found her again in life and she aged cultivating flowers in her English garden,