My granpa's shipIt was 9th September 1943. Like every evening, my young grandmother sat in front of the radio. The shutters were closed tight, the volume at minimum. It was forbidden to listen to Radio London, but it was the only way to get news of the war and, who knows, of its end. Her husband was at war as a sailor and letters were slow to arrive. Her parents had died and her only close relative, her brother, was also at the front, but had been missing for months. They lived together, she ...| MyNotes - RSS Feed
Photo by Rafael Leão on UnsplashOn summer evenings, when the sun casts long shadows across the sand, I like to sit outdoors with my laptop. More distracted, perhaps. More inspired, certainly. Many young people ride by on their bikes, often with a portable speaker. They listen to the classic trap music, feeling rebellious, yet in reality, conforming more than they probably realize. But they're young, and this is the rite of passage for every generation, so it's perfectly fine. One evening, li...| MyNotes - RSS Feed
Photo by Davide Cantelli on Unsplash"Please, Mr. Marinelli, sign here". Her tone was polite, but bored. The kind of tone you’d expect from someone who repeats that same line, identically, hundreds of times a day. The woman at the University Admissions Office was an expert. Middle-aged, courteous yet detached. A quality I would, over time, recognize in many people I met along my path. I signed without reading, without thinking. An automatic gesture. Then, looking at my parents, she said, "No...| MyNotes - RSS Feed
Photo by Ben Hershey on UnsplashI read the news of the Italian player Sinner winning Wimbledon. I'm happy, even though I must admit I don’t follow tennis (or any other sport, for that matter). And yet, I used to be a tennis player. Not professionally, of course, but I trained consistently for about ten years - from the age of 8 to 18. It wasn’t always enjoyable. I started because I was forced to, and I did it almost unwillingly. And it showed. And yet, those were wonderful years, and many...| MyNotes - RSS Feed
Photo by CHUTTERSNAP on UnsplashI want to tell two stories. Both are part of my family's history, both extremely impactful on the way I live, grow, and think. Because, as an Italian, I have family stories connected to the most turbulent periods in our country's history over the last 100 years, including the fascist era and the periods that followed. Today, these historical periods are often discussed as if they were closed chapters of the past, studied in books. For me, however, they are not ...| MyNotes - RSS Feed
Walking away from the BSDCan final reception at Lowertown Brewery, Ottawa. The perfect end to a life-changing experience.I'm writing these words while we're heading back to the hotel, after the final reception following BSDCan. A moment of serenity, lightness, and sociability that perfectly closes what BSDCan embodied. And right now, this sense of positivity and sadness for the end of the event is pushing these words onto this uncomfortable mobile keyboard. This isn't a BSDCan report, but a g...| MyNotes - RSS Feed