My relatives, they were all drunkards living in the hills around Bologna, traveling from tavern to tavern, playing the accordion. That's how it was told to me by my mom. [Is it a myth?] Well, maybe a bit. But they are just all dead already. I visited them once when I was a child. My memory: 20 family members at the table and I couldn't see them because there were 15 steaming pots on the table.