Lorenzo & his humble friends

The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool

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I will become what I deserve

There were times I was psychologically crashed for several different reasons. Pain is good, though, as it is always followed by redemption. Perhaps this why I enjoy so much sports like hiking and biking on mountain passes. Whatever. No wonder, anyway, that on the long run I find much worse than these times, those periods when I am bored and unsatisfied, as it was last year when working full time. It was not about the job itself. Staying in my hometown and seeing always the very same people I grew resigned. My life, back then, was flat and, well, quite boring.

After midnight of January 1st 2012 someone I did not really know asked me what was my wish for the year. I found myself wordless and the only thing that came to my mind was that I wanted to start travelling again. That wish sounded a bit lame to me – and it still does – but after all it is coming through. In April 2012 I knew it was time for a change, and since then I travelled through several countries, meeting the most fantastic peoples and doing fun stuff. I had very few moments I was feeling done, and several others I was feeling completely at peace with myself just going with the flow. It has worked out greatly, so far.

Where am I, exactly?

I am in Germany after spending the last 10 days between the Italian Dolomites, Berlin and Denmark with most of the people I love. I am now heading to Croatia, where I still won’t have internet. The blog will get back to life in about 8 days. For now, I will just dare to write that these days have been unforgettable and that I am a pretty damn lucky person to have such friends.

Los Angeles Kings

The LA Kings won the Stanley Cup 2011/2012. They are (were) considered a fairly bad team: they never won the Stanley Cup before and always ranked very low in the tournament. Even in this season at the end of the regular season they ranked only 8th in the Western Conference, that is the worst possible position to qualify for the play-offs. They succeeded to the finals mainly thanks to the incredible performance of the goalie Jonathan Quick, who won the Conn Smythe Trophy as best player of the tournament.

In a year when Canadian teams were really bad (the Vancouver Canucks, supported by virtually all my friends back in Canada, were kicked off in the first round of the play-offs by the LA Kings themselves after finishing 1st in the regular season), it is a city that is usually known for surf and basketball that eventually dominates. LA can get another important sport victory this summer if either the Dodgers or the Angels manage to win the MLB, the Major League Baseball.

American hockey remains a weird sport which I can not fully understand. You can play perfectly for the whole year during the regular season and then you have bad luck in the play-offs and you’re out. Furthermore, there is no continuity year after year and total uncertainty seems to reign. Perhaps this is what makes this sport so cool.


About one year ago I was back from Canada. From that period I remember mixed feelings and the urgency of getting some things fixed. It’s good that one year later I had the chance to see many Canadian fellows and to keep the experience alive. Aaron was here last week and he got a mug for me to replace the one I broke on my way back from Calgary to Europe. Blogging with a warm sandwich and a mug filled with coffee after a soccer match and a warm shower is a way to travel back in time.

post scriptum: when I took this picture, one year ago, we had just won an epic soccer match (semi-finals of the intra-murals) under heavy rain. This time I lost a friendly match, and I do not have a royal suite anymore. Life is good, but it used to be better one year ago in this exact moment.


This is a picture I took from the airport of Calgary on my way back to Europe after about 140 intense days in Canada. It is a poor picture: it won’t say anything to you. But it means a lot to me.

I’ve never been to Calgary. They say it’s an ugly city. Thomas once told me it is probably one of the ugliest cities of West Canada. He must be right, I thought, since he studied there for quite a while. Andrew comes from Calgary, now that I think about it. You wouldn’t think so. Andrew is such a cool dude, he’s not ugly at all. He is in Hong Kong right now, probably loose drunk in some casually dangerous clubs. At least, that’s how I imagine good old Andrew right now.

Calgary, to me, is a bit of a sad memory. Its skyscraper at the horizon is the last image I got from BC. I miss you, Calgary. We never got a chance, but it would have been cool to be there once. Maybe with Thomas, Andrew, Aaron, and the rest of the crew: Wee, Zi-Jen, James, and the other occasional harassers. There should be a picture of us somewhere. Saman must have one: he used to have so many pictures.

Calgary, how much fun we would have had. You may be ugly, Calgary, but we were definitely not. Where are we now, by the way? So weird to think that Thomas and Aaron are the only ones who are back to Canada. The others are spread over five different continents. I never thought about it before. We always missed someone from Latin America. We should have got a random Mexican in our crew. Wee had sort of a call in that direction, but I think that doesn’t count. Not that it makes too much sense but, after all, should it? I feel inspired tonight. I’ve never been to Calgary.