Alice e Il Trottolaio Matto

A top is a piece of wood that turns. A fairly simple thing. Yet everyone enchants. A top is also a metaphor for our lives, by children, adults or the elderly. In my work as a street educator I used several tools, until I found mine: the game. Since then (and I have been around the squares, courtyards and roads with my playbus, the playroom of the games of the past. But I did not use top until 2010. There is no particular reason, perhaps in the culture in which I grew up they were already a little vanished. When I discovered them, it was love at first sight, but not for their beauty or elegance in shooting, but in the ability of each top to go in the hands of a girl, mother or grandmother and awaken a playful consciousness. A happy family is if the parents are happy. And playing it seems like a good way to be. I was already a carpenter, almost exclusively playful, but I was missing the turning. Where I grew up they made furniture, but without a lathe. But I've always been a stubborn guy. And so you ask, ask and ask again and find the right person who teaches you. And the first top is born. Since then, tops of all types have been born, from classics to strangest ones, which overturn, which shine, which jump, which become flowers, who fight and who knows how many others. In the meantime I became a father and if first I did this only for me, now everything is different, and through the tops I would like Alice to discover the difference from the analog and digital world, and that he knows how to choose his way in conscience. And so it helps me to write a story, that of Alice and the crazy top, who will tell about his adventures of his life -made life, helps me to carry them around, for the moment he puts them in the mouth and bites them, looks at them and turns them and He stops them, but in the end he looks at me and smiles. For this I make the top. Alberto rynd