The year 1960 is drawing to a close. The year is drawing to a close, there is just time for a short Roman holiday for 24-year-old Carlo Vivaldi Forti, accompanied by his fiancée and future mother-in-law. The author of these film sequences, filmed in 8mm on 27 December, will write some time later that with the year 1960 the best twelve years of our lives come to an end, years of economic growth and social progress that began in 1948. This will be followed by the ugliest and most tragic twenty years of our history, years of political and moral decadence, according to the thinking of Vivaldi Forti. Who knows if already on this December day, the young and brilliant heterodox intellectual Carlo already thinks this way, as he films this post-Christmas wanderings through the streets of Rome, carrying an umbrella, and passing from the shops of the capital's streets to the Bramante staircase of the Vatican Museums, without any apparent narrative logic, as if we were inside a nouvelle vague film. And who knows why some coeval films of the great Italian cinema of those years begin or end on the Ostia coastline, just like this 8mm film, provoking a feeling of disquiet that mingles with the desire for freedom that would shake Italian society in the years that followed.