As We Are Every year in late summer or early autumn we go harvesting. Not our women. We, the men. For one week-end, only one week-end every year we can be as we are. Nobody will tell us not to do this or that. We get up when we want (or when Montanari tells us to). We go to bed when we are too drunk to stand on our feet. We eat (coppa) and drink tons. This site tells some stories from the harvests. The harvests The locals These guys don’t take no shit Nino The man who never imported a cigar legally. PG:s brother.  Pier Giorgio (PG) The Padrone and the Gentleman. The harvesters owe their very lives to him.  Rosella The artist. The mother of beautiful things. The Queen of all harvesters.  Nando The man who drives his tractor like a Ferrari through the fields. Montanari The man who taught the harvesters everything they know. Lodola Located on the hills south of Piacenza, Lodola is the place where the wine is harvested. It is where Max’s uncle has the house where we can stay. It is also where PG and Rosella have their houses. And the wine-yards. PG:s brothers usually hang around during the harvest as do Nando (with his tractor) and Montanari.