Jacopo, Mella, Paride, Sandrone, Mimmo and Malpa. They are all friends. They are all twenty years old. They spend their time experimenting with new drugs. Opium, coke, amphetamines, mescaline, plegine, ecstasy, dope and tobacco. Even nutmeg. They are willing to try anything to fill that inner feeling of emptiness. School is shit, girls aren't "willing", parents are too absent or too oppressive, and their home town – Florence - is making them feel unwelcome and driving them to the outskirts. This is the setting for the adventures of these six friends. Each chapter in the book starts with the name of the latest drug being tried out. Through a turmoil of rave parties, dealers, trips to Amsterdam, pursuits of new realities and timely descriptions of female undergrowth, Vanni Santoni manages to steer clear of pathos and use irony to describe a nihilist and bitter reality, a true, deep and pure friendship. The narrative parable of this novel coincides almost naturally with the seismic chart of puberty and seems to end with a smug announcement that adolescence is over and that common interests have ended. "This is for us, a bunch of conservatives to whom "I do a bit of this and a bit of that" is a way of saying I do fuck all. For those of us who think that we can be artists without ever having tripped and for those of us who are under the illusion that because we've tripped we are artists".