Angelo Vassallo does not have an easy character. Capable of making a big bang with sincere friends, not believing in politics with a vision that is always free from half measures. He is Cilento from head to toe, immersed in the world of old anchovy fishermen who have a dean in Uncle Achille, a defender of those who cultivate ancient olive trees or raise goats to make cheese. An uncontaminated world for him, where his childhood memories are also linked to the old Franciscan monastery dominated by Father Adolfo, a beacon for many of Pollica's children. The root, the seed of prophetic vision.