This was a phrase my grandfather often said to me, and when I was a child I wrote it on a page in my diary - even if with a few mistakes - just so I would not lose that memory. I have many objects from my childhood but my diaries are the most precious thing I have. What can we do with superfluous things? Sometimes it is necessary to clean up and eliminate things: pairs of the same objects, to leave only the essentials, which, with precise order, creates harmony. Shall we start?