Still remains a mistery. We saw him a day looking in the plants in the garden.
Nobody knew anything about. He maybe wanted just to visit, running who knows wherefrom. As he entered this room he liked the burnished and garnet reflexes on the walls, the chandelier with frills of the same color of his hair, and the soft carpet reminding of a pixel chess-board.
Then he raised his eyes and stood still, spellbound.
That little girl in the black & white picture reminded him of a world full of wonders, mad hatters and Queens of hearts. He felt like home, right away. So he decided to sit on the side table to watch over some guest dreams who tripping thru Milan, all alone or in a couple, dreams about novels, comics, and a boy who is ready for the kick-off after his fantasies upon arenas and scores.
Therefore, in his honor, we dedicated him a whole room, the one about jeers, play and fantasy.