Luciano has left us

Will I miss? much to all of us colleagues, like his reproaches, criticisms, jokes. But the work done, the missions, the shifts where we have all learned from him are a baggage that remains as a legacy? to this Institute.

It was bittersweet, pungent, rough contradictory ........
...said terrible things, laughing with half closed eyes and looking at him you didn't understand if you should get angry or let yourself be conquered by his laughter.

He had bent early to interpret all the nuances that a seismogram could contain. He had become its master, then giving us, sparingly, that hard-earned knowledge of him. That deep voice of his, after the ritual reproach, also knew how to caress you and, taking you by the hand, often led you to ... the epicenter.

We all learned from him... even some bad words in Tuscan.

Always in the seismic room and still first to "interpret", always in macro-seismic campaigns, or in geodetic ones, or in some experiment where experience and sacrifice, competence and intuition, ...pen and shovel are needed. Friuli, Irpinia, Umbria-Marche, etc., terrible events where "Rocco"? He has always been in the front row, collaborating with everyone, passing from macro-seismic to mobile network to GPS, with ease, curiosity, competence.

Once, on the top of Etna, he leaned beyond the limit of the edge of a crater to try to photograph its interior and, to those who had hastened to hold it by the waist, he gave a splendid collection of "colorful Tuscan phrases", enunciating them all in one go. Fin? in the same way when at night in the darkest total, spar? with a battery in hand, in a hole on the rocks of Capo Santa Croce… surreal compendium to a very long day of work… Continue? at the restaurant, between a pout, a dirty word and a laugh, firing a "could I camp? as much as a dog's bark..." and a few other sayings to "frame".

He was a sailor, the son of a sailor, camallo, captain of the district...Maremma and Genoese, wild boar inside: ...puppy to look well.

His desire to do, to understand, to learn was enormous... to always be there and his many publications only partially testify to it.

We remember his grimace, before laughing, which changed his face until he almost closed his eyes, the flashes that filtered from it... we remember his true friendship.


some photos of Luciano at work