In the Barzizza household, they know the power of the gramophone well. All you have to do is start it up with a little song and the dancing starts. If Pippo then activates his 9.5 mm camera, these moments are projected into the future, up to us. We are in San Remo, on 2 April 1934, Easter Monday. We read in the newspaper that Don Giovanni Bosco has been declared a saint and the fascist government has never reached such a high level of consensus as it does now. We do not know these boys dancing far from everything around them (and from that 1934): the smiles are contagious, the bodies can break free and the play of couples can express themselves beyond the imagination of those brief moments of happiness. But how long will 'the freedom to do whatever I feel like' last, to love each other and to romp in front of the camera? Pas toujours.