Since my father in 1989 was involved on project the ventilation system of the hangar were “Il Moro di Venezia” was bulid and stored in Venice. I am not a sailing enthusiast nor do I practice it, but since 1992 I became an America’s Cup enthusiast. I remember the nights between January and May 1992, me my father and my brother would wake up to watch the regattas taking place in San Diego, California. What a spectacle that red boat with the symbol of the San Marco’s Lion. It was the first and the last America’s Cup that I could see with my dad. My father died one year later.
Dad, now you could see through my eyes what it means be part of an America’s Cup team. I miss you.
