Domus Mare meets an even deeper need: that of rebuilding the native home.

That native home left at the age of four, of which that child has always kept indelible memories: the secret inner garden, the alcoves where he slept protected, the blue Vietri tiles in the kitchen, placed there in front of the fireplace, the ancient books of medicine, law and ecclesiastical ones with which he played, the marble plaque, up there in the attic, with the boundaries of the town engraved in Latin.