Altidona, a small town in the province of Fermo, set among the soft hills of the Marche. Here, in a room on the first floor of a mid-century building, the archive of Mario Dondero is kept.

But wasn't it said that Dondero had no archive? That this poet with the camera, always a little dreamy, this wanderer with no fixed address, did not care about the fate of his frames? Once they had served their purpose on the pages of newspapers, he forgot them.