I’m on the train to Bologna, but i’m not telling this story to anyone, just thinking about it. There are so many thoughts that often run into my mind but when i try to write them down they lose their freshness and charm and they makes no sense. I love talking to people but i’m always afraid of being boring so i’m labeled as a shy person. I don’t really like talking about me I don’t think I’m an interesting person. I never know what to say to other people when they ask me to talk about myself. Nobody was ever really interested in that and so I never really practiced that much. I was born on 20th of March, the last day of winter. I love this stupid thing ‘cause i think that season reproduce me and my feelings: everything is dead and cold outside but, when we can’t see it, everything is going to born, there is a life growing in every plant that are putting down its roots so they would be ready to germinate their flowers.
By the way there is nothing special about my story: my childhood was normal: I had a mum, a dad, a cat I love and a sweet house and every things a little girl would have got while she is growing up. I spent the first 12 years of my life reading fantasy books on my cozy bed and travelling with my mind but also around italy with my family because of my father’s work. I’ve met a lot of lovely people but I have never had the time to get a friend. My grandfather was really important for me. I often stayed with him when my parents had work engagements. He took me to the cinema or he just played with me. He built me a tree house and it suddenly become my safety. My grandpa was a builder he was captured during the second world war and locked in a concentration camp. I’ve learned so much from his story.: I’ve learned about love, friendship and never give up of something you really care about. Four years ago he killed himself: he didn’t eat anymore until he died. He came to know that my grandmother, his wife, had the alzheimer desease and he would never tough it out: see the person you love most don’t recognize you. It was the end of my childhood and the beginning of my messy teenager’s life. In these years I lost the people who I loved most and I even lost my self trying to find my way. Making decisions is kind of the hardest thing for me, I never know what’s the right thing to do, i’m even insecure about choose an ice cream flavour . And I regret like half of the things I do and almost everything I said. So I’ve always envied people who believe in themself and are really sure about what they do. I used to wish I was someone else until I realize that it could never work out. Then I started to love photography, ‘cause with a camera I can express all the feelings that I don’t usually show, I started to love theatre that keeps me alive, and I started to love fashion. Not that fashion you see on magazines, just of normal people who you meet in the streets and have something to say with their way of dressing up. So i started to love street style and go around street markets or vintage ones to find something unusual. I always fetch the delightful pleasure of the little things we pass by, the people we see and the conversations we hear. I love so many little things that can have no meaning at all to someone else. I’m a chocolate lover, keen about modern art and a full time dreamer. I like to watch the sunset and I never get tired of it. I don’t know what i’m doing with my life. I just want to be sure that I could travel the world and met a lot of people from different countries and cultures and learn beautiful things about them
"If you don't know where you're going, any road will get you there
(my English is horrible please do not laugh too loud because of it)