Behind the scenes of The Boy Who Repainted His Ferrari — a walk with the author around the world.

π‘‡π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘ π‘™π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘‘ 𝑏𝑦 π‘ͺπ’‚π’“π’π’π’Šπ’π’† π‘Ίπ’˜π’Šπ’π’•π’π’ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝑫𝑬𝑫𝑨𝑳𝑢 𝒔.𝒓.𝒍.𝒔.

What international readers are saying:

“π‘‡β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘˜ π‘“π‘™π‘œπ‘€π‘  π‘ π‘šπ‘œπ‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘™π‘¦ π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘π‘’π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘œπ‘œ π‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘™π‘¦ π‘β„Žπ‘–π‘™π‘œπ‘ π‘œπ‘β„Žπ‘–π‘π‘Žπ‘™. 𝐼𝑑’𝑠 π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘ π‘ π‘–π‘ 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒-π‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘”π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘˜, 𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑑 π‘‘π‘œπ‘’π‘  π‘œπ‘“π‘“π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’ π‘–π‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘ π‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘–π‘›π‘ π‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘π‘ . π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘’π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 π‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘–π‘π‘’π‘  π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘ π‘’π‘žπ‘’π‘’π‘›π‘π‘’π‘  𝑖𝑛 π‘Ž π‘ π‘–π‘šπ‘π‘™π‘’ 𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑒 π‘€π‘Žπ‘¦, π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘’π‘›π‘›π‘’π‘π‘’π‘ π‘ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘›π‘  π‘œπ‘“ π‘β„Žπ‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘ π‘’ π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘’π‘™π‘Žπ‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘’ π‘β„Žπ‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘ π‘–π‘›π‘”. π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘˜ π‘˜π‘’π‘’π‘π‘  𝑖𝑑𝑠 π‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘šπ‘–π‘ π‘’π‘  π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘™π‘–π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  π‘€β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ 𝑖𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑑𝑠 π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘π‘œ.”

“𝐴 π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘’π‘‘π‘–π‘“π‘’π‘™ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘˜ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘π‘–π‘“π‘“π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›π‘‘ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘’π‘ π‘’π‘Žπ‘™ π‘œπ‘›π‘’π‘ .’’

“𝐼 π‘€π‘Žπ‘  π‘“π‘Žπ‘ π‘π‘–π‘›π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘‘ 𝑏𝑦 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘¦ 𝑖𝑑 π‘Žπ‘›π‘Žπ‘™π‘¦π‘§π‘’π‘  π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘€π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘”β„Žπ‘‘ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘π‘–π‘™π‘–π‘‘π‘¦ π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘š π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘™π‘–π‘‘π‘¦ π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙.’’

“π΅π‘’π‘Žπ‘’π‘‘π‘–π‘“π‘’π‘™! 𝐴 π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘˜ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘˜π‘’π‘  𝑒𝑠 π‘œπ‘› π‘Ž π‘—π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘›π‘’π‘¦ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘”β„Ž π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘π‘™π‘’π‘₯𝑖𝑑𝑦 π‘œπ‘“ β„Žπ‘’π‘šπ‘Žπ‘› π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘”β„Žπ‘‘. π»π‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘™π‘¦ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘šπ‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘‘!”

The Boy Who Repainted His Ferrari was written here, on the island of Cavallo. It was the first book published: The Power of Money and the Beauty of Not Having It. But, not being fully satisfied with it, it was transformed.

This book is about a rebirth — not a physical one. However resourceful a man may become in certain areas of life, this book is about a mental rebirth. The dawn you see in the photo, on the island of Cavallo (near Corsica), represents awakening and self-awareness.

The Power of Money and the Beauty of Not Having It, transformed into The Boy Who Repainted His Ferrari, was born from a single thought. The author was in Puglia, in Ugento to be precise (see photo). Working around the world, and without a real relationship with his family, whenever he had a month or two off between summer and winter, he would rent a room somewhere remote in the world — the cheapest one he could find.

He was walking back from the pizzeria where he'd gone to eat that evening when, out of nowhere, a whisper overtook him: The Boy Who Repainted His Ferrari. And everything lit up!