When we moved to our hillside my beloved cat Fazzi went missing, presumed dead. For thirty days and thirty nights I searched for him, looking for his dear black shape and as I skirted our house calling his name I would pass the stable doors and each time something dark caught my eye. It was not Fazzi, but a Fazzi-shaped hole. I took this as a sign that something good would come of his disappearance. And indeed it did: Fazzi Film 2003
