So here we are

by Lorenzo Piccoli

I am sitting in the airport in Pisa and waiting for my flight to Brussels. I realize only now that I am in the exact same place as I was six months ago when I flew here from Brussels for my interview.

I am grateful, and I mean it truly, for being as happy, or even happier than I was back then. I have the rare fortune to do exacty what I like to do. But even more than that, I feel blessed for having met so many incredibile people along the way. In Belgium, Slovakia, and then here in Florence I got to know some extraordinary persons. Some are now among my dearest friends; others will soon be. I couldn’t ask anything more than this. The sun sets down and once again I take off.