Life often is shocking, the events force us to change, overwhelming us in an evolutionary vortex. We end up having to make a selection. A group of objects, memories, important teachings, secrets and treasures, things or emotions that made us laugh or hurt us, but anyhow remain precious. In the good and the bad, they left a mark that defines what we are. It’s a small, large personal luggage that, moving, changing, growing, as a myriad of miniscule bright gems, keeps beautifying us. It is part of us, stays with us. We bring it, as the snail does with its shell: is the essence of our home. As amulet, it is and will always be, with us. Con me. (with me)