Gustavo Antonioni first saw Partemio on his forty-eighth birthday, a grey day in Puglia. He'd been looking six years for a modest weekend house: two or three bedrooms, a counterweight to a career in entertainment in London. What he found was a shell: no roof, no windows, and two hundred white goats in residence.
He bought it anyway. The name is parte mío — part of me, in the Spanish he grew up speaking — and he reads the whole thing as fate. His father asked how anyone could want a pile of rocks, then invested in it and became its biggest supporter. The other half of the house is Marc, his partner, who arrived while the restoration was already underway.
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