This is my home, now. What is a home? A place where to meet relatives and friends, a place where to relax, to discuss problems, to take decisions, where you can sleep and have meals, in short it’s where you live. Yet things happen in life and for one reason or another we must leave our home. It may be gorgeous and comfortable, it may be nice or just cosy, small or large, or maybe luxurious;

it could even be a simple wooden hut, it is always a place where we feel protected, safe, a haven of peace and relax, far from the chaotic life we usually live. I would have never dreamt of leaving home myself, one day! But I did ‘cause I wanted to change my life following the hope of a better life, to flee from love problems, as far as you can, to open up new horizons, new opportunities, adventures, to experiment something new. I felt I had to do it, I was ready, but doubts and fears were always with me: it could even be a simple wooden hut, it is always a place where we feel protected, safe, a haven of peace and relax, far from the chaotic life we usually live. I would have never dreamt of leaving home myself, one day! But I did ‘cause I wanted to change my life following the hope of a better life, to flee from love problems, as far as you can, to open up new horizons, new opportunities, adventures, to experiment something new. I felt I had to do it, I was ready, but doubts and fears were always with me:

the most difficult decision was to leave home, to leave all my world. And so Italy. Why Italy? Simply somebody offered me the opportunity to come to Italy. People in my country love Italy very much, you can see them, their shining eyes, their enthusiasm!! but they don’t actually know Italy: They heard about it, saw films o works of art, they maybe studied something at school.

They wish to live as the Italians do and if they can make this dream come true they get crazy with joy. They can’t explain this fascination, don’t understand why other people are not prey of it, it’s in their genes ?? I’m one of them. That’s probably why I’ve been living here for years by now and I can say it’s my home now. They wish to live as the Italians do and if they can make this dream come true they get crazy with joy. They can’t explain this fascination, don’t understand why other people are not prey of it, it’s in their genes ?? I’m one of them. That’s probably why I’ve been living here for years by now and I can say it’s my home now.

When I arrived, real life was different of course, not only art cities or wonderful beaches but ordinary life, restaurants and bars, factories, associations, hospitals, schools, shops…but you know what I really found unusual? The tobacconist’s! Here you can buy cigarettes, train tickets, stamps and newspapers but

but you can also play Superenalotto (…Bingo) and get breaking news, it’s a place where you can spend your time: BRILLLIANT invention! My life now is here, my daily routine flows away with its passions and its worries, happiness and injuries, when you win and when you loose. Here I came and this is my home, now.