At the end of that decade thriving, began to work in Italy. It was the beginning of the 70s, and so it was that one afternoon, after work, in the company of a friend (who obviously knew the road) came for the first time in Agency. The followers and attendants to work at that time (and not just that) know what it is: abbreviated name of horse Agency, a lounge races, where you bet on the horses. It was fate that night was lucky and won a tidy sum. Perhaps in hindsight, it was just bad luck. He became a frequent visitor of that environment vulgar. In a short time squandered much of the wealth accumulated over the years in Switzerland, and saved money for the construction of a new home already planned. The wife noticed it and tried to put a stop, but he hit bottom the same.
Not having access to the accounts, came to commit valuables, led to the Mount of piety even the wedding ring (ring and was later rescued by his wife and that was entrusted to her in-laws: do not ever see him again). In order to give vent to his perennial thirst also began to sell the paintings, paintings painted quickly, "paintings jet" as he said, and that most of the time he signed with real names. Began at that time to produce examples of galloping horses, hippodrome scenarios, which were bartered with the owners of the agency in exchange for tickets to bet. There was no racing room where there was at least one of his paintings hanging. In agencies of Como, and in those of neighboring provinces. These paintings, however, unlike the others, they were more cared for and brought his signature. Small masterpieces which are produced, during his life, was never interrupted, even if it was not that much mass as the landscape, we say that it was quite side. Meanwhile, family life was a living hell for both spouses.
He decided to leave, he took his stand and began to wander around Italy. He stopped and stood still in the city where, in the suburbs or in the vicinity of these, there was a racecourse. Bologna. Florence and Rome, and finally to Naples. Living only painting and even with some bet apt. He then returned to the north and stopped for a time in Milan, a city which also has a racecourse, where he lived Renata, one of his sisters, and there stood hosted by her. The sister made him think, reminded him that he had a wife and children. He did so back home. He was not sure welcomed with open arms, indeed: his wife had decided to separate, but in the end he loved him and forgave him. So it was that many times, when every now and then started again. A time when the family life was too narrow and that were beginning to feel the call of the road, even if masked by the illusion and the fatality. Thing that is common to many men hope to solve everything with a stroke of luck. It happens more often dreamers, free spirits and artists. And he had all these features. He dreamed, in one day, to be able to devote entirely to art, so to be able to free from the bondage of the work that the oppressed and confined spaces by removing its lifeblood to her creativity. That period lasted about two years, then, for the sake of the family, set aside and found a new job: he resigned and went to work.
Although it was a tumultuous time, undoubtedly was also a preparatory and preparatory to turn a few years later had his art. Appeared for the first time timidly squares. Capitalized on his experience, exercise carried out in the cities most opulent, rich in the works and not by chance called 'City of Art "as the beautiful Florence. With regard to the parallel activity of those years, and that is the game, he never stopped, accompanied him throughout his life, the horses were really his passion. He learned, however, moderation, he abandoned the obsession and turned into pure pleasure and fun that he called his sport. When asked "Why do you play?" Simply replied:
"The game play is inherent in man and is part of man ."
