Yastaah

I don't speak a lot about my father but I feel now it is a good time to do it. I remember I was a child and we were coming back home from our farm. There was a crossroads and he asked me where we should go, left or right. And I said immediately right, firstly because I wanted to show I knew the road and secondly because I wanted to go playing football with my fiends. But my father told me "that is the direction. You always go to that direction", showing me the opposite direction. He starred on his left for few long seconds, watching nothing probably, and then he turned right. Then he added "because you don't know what it is expecting you if you go in that direction". We didn't speak until home. He left me confused.  Today it is a year I'm travelling. That was me outside the airport in Napoli, believing I was going away for 6 or 7  months. It is my travel-birthday. And what I liked the most about my travel is that I don't know wha

It's 12.26am of the second of January 2019. And I'm just coming from 24hrs of absolute madness. The 31st of December went down pretty fast as the agency where I'm working at the moment was busy all the time. Worked till 11pm and then started partying with all my housemates. Weird there were grapes on the table. I have spent the night in a hostel outside the town: an electronic party with a swimming pool around. Pretty cool to end a fantastic year :) It has been hard for me to realize it was Christmas and then New Year. It's not the first time I spend these days away from Italy, but it is the very first time I feel all the distance between me and my hometown. On my Fb page, I wrote, in Italian , a post saying Happy new Year to all my Italian friends. Which was quite weird just because it is the very first time I did something like that. The liters of alcohol I managed to drink during the night halped me to remember a picture my closest friends use to have on t