In one of my trips I was in Holland, and I went to Hilversum, a small town near Amsterdam, because I had the chance to make a reportage at the Mozarthof school, a school that helps children with Down syndrome and other pathologies to learn. I love kids, but until that moment I had never interacted with “special” children, and I use this word in a very positive sense, because this has been my experience: very special. At first, I must admit, I felt a sense of compassion, linked of course to our mental closures and clichés, but this experience still had a lot to give me. After visiting the classrooms, I went into the garden. It was break time for the kids, who were playing before returning to class. I had just arrived in the garden when one of the children suddenly ran to me to hug me. He clung to my legs as if I were one of the family, a person he knew. At that moment I struggled to hold back the tears; compassion suddenly turned into love, as if that child, with his hug, was giving me all his love, and I received it in full. All my thought patterns disappeared and instantly a great complicity was born in me. I felt an energy I had never felt before, I felt part of him and of them. I started playing with them and taking some pictures. They didn’t see me as a photographer, a stranger, but only as one more friend to play with and have fun. In the pictures I made, I tried to tell this feeling, the game made of smiles, full of love, which gave me a lot more than I gave them, almost like angels, who give love without asking anything.