It's true, I never write.
And the rare times I do, I write about books.
I'm actually reading a lot lately, but I don't think this is a good reason XD
Truth is I have the feeling of being at a standstill, as if I were holding on, and I'm not able to change this situation.
And I don't feel like talking about it.
So, let's focus on nice things!
Like that on sunday Gianluca came to Milan, and it was almost 2 years that I didn't saw him, and as always it has been a beautiful day. Me and him and Cathy, wandering in unknown streets, with me as guide saying " I don't know where we are and I'm picking random streets, but I know where we're headed and I know we're gonna get there" XD
And so you're wandering for this unknown Milan, and you see a church that you almost forgot and you realize that 4 years ago you were here and you thought you were somewhere else; you find a shop where everything is upside down, the ceiling is on the floor and the floor is over your head, and the chandeliers are shown in the windows leaned on the ground; you see a paintings market where the paintings are almost exactly what you expected, but then you're hit by some metallic glares and circular fantasies; you talk about cyberpunk, and about japanese novels where the main character is a cat, and about Philip K. Dick's psychosis, passing for once behind the Hoepli bookshop instead than inside; you stop in Piazza della Scala talking about Japan and Scotland, and about how much they're actually similar, and dozens of memories come to your mind, but for once you don't talk about them; you have lunch in a pizzeria in which you haven't been for a long time, but that is an important piece of your personal history; you walk in Piazza del Duomo in the crowd with the sun in your eyes and the wind in your hair; you walk into Piazza Mercanti watching it for the first time in months; you try to reach some places you want to see again through the alleys, but instead you find new breathtaking places; sitting on the extinguished fountains of Cadorna, you talk about feelings, of comprehension, of relationships and choices; you find out a museum of art and science that you've never seen before; walking instead of taking the underground you can finally begin to understand how places in Milan are linked between them, like pieces of an enormous puzzle; you leaf through the pages of russian books, and through the japanese edition of The little prince, and you almost cry when you find an audiobook about learning Scottish Gaelic, while you're trying to explain the difference between the "metodo assimil" (short for assimilate, I believe... it's really a sad name in italian for a language course -.-) and traditional language courses; you let yourself go on a park bench in the Giardini Pubblici, wondering why the statue of Indro Montanelli is golden; you compare alcohol stories, and you laugh so hard that people passing by look you in a strange way, but it doesn't matter; you suggest new year's eve in London, a little joking and a little not; you talk about halloween costumes and kitsch themed parties, while you explain to a Torinese that for you there is more sky in Turin than in Milan, while he tells you that in Turin there are no spaces wide as Piazza Repubblica; you sit on a bench in the central station, listening to tales with one ear and to the station announcement in order not to let the train leave without Gianluca; goodbyes, beautiful and painful as ever, especially in central station; ending as always in the mcdonald's of the central station (that is not in the station, however), telling things that had not space when you were three; and then going home together, and saying goodbye in Corvetto, and finding out when you come out of the underground that it's already night and it's cold, and there's no doubt autumn is here.

And then yesterday I went back to IED with Maggie. To get my thesis's images back, it shouldn't have taken more than five minutes. Actually we stayed there for three hours, but this is normal XD
Because there were second year student in class (i should say third year actually...), and we know them all. Because they have changed the dispensers, and now there is real coffee and pomegranate-leeches juice. Because Federico is now dark room assistant. Because I missed Maurizio more than I remembered. Because there are always photos to take. Because we had thing to tell each other, and IED as always been the place where we told things to each other. Because it was like we never left. Because, even if you would have never thought so, it felt exactly like home.