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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Ten friends

Friendship between women. A woman didn’t come home one night. The next day she told her husband that she had slept over at a friend’s house. The man called his wife’s 10 best friends. None of them knew about it.

Friendship between men. A man didn’t come home one night. The next day he told his wife that he had slept over at a friend’s house. The woman called her husband’s 10 best friends. Eight of them confirmed that he had slept over, and two claimed that he was still there.

Menti amiche e creative

I thought I’d ask five creative friends some suggestions on what movies to watch. The result is a beautifully intriguing post, half in Italian, half in English. I will publish it tomorrow.

Lentezza is a beer with friends

The last few weeks were hectic and I barely had time to sit down and talk. Who had a chance to spend a bit more time with me probably thought I was on drugs. (I was not).

I am not always like this. Already in 2011 I decided that if I had a newspaper, I would call it Lentezza. Here some thoughts I noted down on a small paper when travelling back from Lugano, where I went to visit Anna.

Avessi una rivista mia, una specie di inserto di riflessioni e parole, la chiamerei Lentezza. Lo ho deciso origliando conversazioni sul treno: viviamo, oggi in un contesto frenetico in cui mancano gli spazi per l’approfondimento e la comprensione. Tutto é veloce, breve, rapido. Le notizie si adattano al contesto: veloci, mai ragionate, raramente discusse. Sono stato fortunato e fino ad ora ho sempre avuto modo di ricavarmi spazi di riflessione lenti: gli incontri di redazione al giornale QT ne sono un esempio chiaro, quasi estenuanti nella loro monotonia, ma avvincenti nell’incedere senza un binario, senza pressione, senza fuggire. Insomma. Se avessi una rivista mi piacerebbe che fosse una lenta utilitaria che avanza piano nel paesaggio della campagna mentre in città centinaia di macchine sfrecciano da una parte all’altra senza badare a tutto quel che sta attorno.

In the last few weeks I definitely was one of those fast cars. Before getting into the loop, I knew it had to be this way and I do not regret one single thing. I love to be stressed and overwhelmed by work as long as I know I will be given the time to stop, think, and communicate. That time will come this summer. I am hoping my girlfriend, parents, relatives, and friends will wait until then. I am looking forward to the moment when we will be able to sit down, have a beer, and talk. As Ernest Hemingway once said, an intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend time with his fools. I am very much looking forward to that moment.


The event is over. It was really hard to organize everything and it would have never worked out without Alice and Martina. This was one of the best and at the same time one of the most uncertain experiences I have ever done. It is somehow relieving to think this is over now. Today’s final event was a success, I think.  I am glad we decided not to cancel it although it was raining really hard. We wanted to try something new – for us – and it turned out great. It was extremely nice to see about fifty people having fun.

Having said this. I am happy for the success of the event itself, but I am even happier for the support of all my friends who came and for the help of all those who could not come but wrote me very kind messages. It may seem naive, but this week was yet another opportunity to realize that I have many incredibly beautiful people around. There is no way I can thank them enough. This alone is a reason to be very happy in everything I do.

Fernet Branca

After a glorious political dinner with my friends from Charta91 Davide, Matteo, Oscar, Letizia, Sara (and special guests Alvise, Stefano, Laura) I am ready for tonight’s traditional Christmas dinner with my best Italian friends. This is the best occasion to meet those who now live far away, and to be back for once.

It is, of course, a tradition to get massively and yet classily drunk after it. After some deliberation I figured Fernet Branca is the proper stuff for these occasions. So let it be.

Never will I

Never will I stop being amazed by the beautiful people I come across everywhere I go. Even within a very, very short timeframe in Bruxelles I met so many outstanding friends: all of them so different in their character and still so fascinating and compatible.

I do not know if I will come back to Belgium in 2013; but I am sure this won’t change. After all, I am very proud of the way I managed to let my friends from Spain, Ireland, Canada into my life. It  really was not easy at the beginning. But now I feel my choices are shaped by the people I have met along the way. They do not belong to my past: they are very much part of everything I do.