I was born in Genoa, I love it and hate it.
Often I run away: Italy, Europe, World when time and funds are enough.
Travel to learn, take pictures, climb. World insignificant weinkles imperceptibly affecting skin and life.
I hate the evennes, I can't understand screaming.
I love the whisper, the diversity.
I have to be surrended by friends and they are few. But they are.
I stir, I become unbearable and, only after hyper-rational. But maybe it doesn't seem. The project must be terminated.
Luckily I have who stand me ...