Lorenzo & his humble friends

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Looking for the Jasper

Eighth edition of our NYE ( UtrechtInnsbruckFirenzeDen Haag, Berlin, Turin, Stockholm) with the false Canadians in the 18th arr. of Paris. Notable participants: Iris, Stephanie, Noa, Arianna, Lorenzo, Jasper. Special invitees to be included in our tenth edition: Jack, Justine, Sylvan, Gianmarco.

Some take aways. Jasper made a last minute appearance on December 28 and then badly injured his leg surfing down the Sacre Coeur a couple of hours into 2019. Crutches are cheap, though. We tried to eat more vegan food than usual but it was not easy: we will keep trying. Museums are good. Some of us snore really loud. We still enjoy spending time together: cooking, playing board games like nerds, eating, walking, and chatting our worries away.

Lagom

Ho trascorso sette giornate corte e tutto sommato non troppo fredde tra Stoccolma e Kiruna. In Svezia ho ritrovato il cuore del gruppo canadese con cui ho celebrato sei degli ultimi sette capodanni dal 2011 a oggi, sempre in una località differente: Utrecht, Innsbruck, Firenze, l’Aja, Berlino (non c’ero), Torino e Stoccolma, per l’appunto.

Gennaio in Svezia: le giornate durano poco più di sei ore. In questa stagione dell’anno la capitale è vivibile, ma poco appariscente. L’unica eccezione è la metropolitana, colorata e allegra. Due aggettivi piuttosto inusuali per una realtà sotterranea.

La sera del primo gennaio ho preso il treno per Kiruna assieme a Jasper, Giallu e Nicolas. Dopo quindici ore siamo arrivati in Lapponia. Neve e buio: siamo nel periodo dell’anno in cui, da quelle parti, il sole non sorge mai. C’è, tuttavia, una bella luce crepuscolare tra le nove della mattina e le tre del pomeriggio. La provincia di Kiruna è grande quanto la metà dei Paesi Bassi ed è stata costruita all’inizio del Novecento attorno a un insediamento minerario scavato nel cuore di una montagna. Sfortunatamente per i loro discendenti, i primi abitanti di Kiruna hanno costruito le case proprio sopra la vena mineraria. E così adesso il centro cittadino rischia di collassare nel sottosuolo. Il governo ha da poco cominciato imponenti lavori per trasportare la città e la sua bellissima chiesa in legno costruita in tradizionale stile sami venti chilometri più a valle entro il 2025.

La vista di Kiruna al mattino è memorabile. Una montagna tozza e larga, costellata di luci sfocate nel buio e nella neve. Abbiamo alloggiato in una piccola casetta nella foresta, parte di un insediamento gestito da un uomo finlandese e sua moglie spagnola. Abbigliamento largo e caldo affittato da Patrick – big is warm. Il primo giorno ci siamo regalati una gita con la motoslitta per oltre quindici chilometri fino all’albergo ghiacciato di Jukkasjärvi. Posticino suggestivo: in ogni stanza dell’albergo è alloggiata un’opera d’arte in ghiaccio realizzata da artisti con una formazione molto diversa tra loro: interior designer, scultori, fumettisti, pittori… Ogni stagione, in tarda primavera, l’albergo si scioglie e viene poi ricostruito l’inverno successivo in maniera differente. Apparentemente, la sua struttura è purissima: l’acqua del fiume da cui viene preso scorre alla velocità giusta per permettere al ghiaccio di essere privo di gas.

La sera abbiamo passato alcune ore nella sauna e poi davanti al fuoco. Il giorno successivo abbiamo fatto sci da fondo, poi siamo ripartiti. Altre quindici ore di treno. A Stoccolma abbiamo ritrovato Niels e abbiamo visitato Fotografska: un grande spazio fotografico con esibizioni francamente mediocri.

Vi aspettavate un colpo di scena finale? Peccato.

Let’s be ready

Few have been the posts I have published here in the last couple of months and this is due to a variety of reasons. Three of these are more important than the others and I want to discuss them with you.

First off, this space was born for myself, my family, and some close friends. In the last ten years of my life I have moved frequently, so this is a good instrument for communicating what I do to all those people who are nowhere near me. The problem is that the number of readers has grown over time. I think this has to do with the fact that nowadays some of my posts pop out on the search engines. Several of the people who read what I write barely know me or do not know me at all. This has changed my approach: at the beginning, this space was a conversation between me and my friends, now it feels like talking to an audience. Too often, this awareness has stopped me from writing, because, you know, certain posts read by the wrong kind of people are like a piss against the wind. Anyways: this is not how it was supposed to be. From now on, this blog becomes a conversation between me and my friends again.

However. My work has changed over the last semester or so. I am completing my Ph.D. dissertation and this is depleting all my energies. It is not so much about the amount of work – sure, though, that is a lot and I have started again to work until the wee hours of the night, just like when I was a student. Rather, it is the type of work: it feels like I am living in my mind the whole time. This makes it hard to communicate with others – personally and impersonally. This will come to an end soon. But not yet.

For now, my dear reader, I have one good advice for you. Invest in your friends, for they are the cornerstone of a rich existence on this planet. The quality of your life depends so much on them. I like the kind of curious, ironic, resilient people; but maybe you will be looking for something different. It doesn’t matter. Once you know that you have found people who make you feel good, keep them close. You can do it even if they are far.

Below you will find some pictures we took during our sixth new year’s even reunion with the Canadians plus and then some other pictures from a weekend with my florentine brothers. This weekend, really. All these pictures were taken in Torino, where I am living now. You know how they say about Mahomet and the mountain.

Dutching

Traditions matter

The most gracious book I read recently is a fictional diary: at the end of each year the writer makes a list of friends – new, old, and lost ones. I have started thinking in those terms. Last year I kept my closest friends here; also made some new acquaintances from whom I can probably learn a great deal should I manage to keep up with them (P. B.; L. B.; F. M.); I tightened my bonds with four friends who have an enormous importance for me (T. L. A.; N.d R.; N. S.; M. L.); and I weakened my bonds with a few other friends with whom I should have been more present (M. M.; M. V.; J. H.).

More specifically on this last point, last year for the first time I have not spent the end of December with my Canadien‘s crew after a streak of four memorable reunions – 2011 Utrecht2012 Innsbruck2013 Florence2014 the Hague, 2015 Berlin. This is no good.

For next year I must continue to make new acquaintances, but I also want to restore ties with some old friends. Oh fate, let it start from the Canadien family, because this is one of the most important things I have been part of since I have become a person of alleged maturity.

2016: resolutions

Take up cooking again. Talk to strangers, make new friends. Keep reading books; and maybe read some poems too. Distill and trade. Spend time with Camilla and Isabella. Volunteer, much. Start and finish a Gran Fondo. Teach one more university seminar. Write three chapters for my Ph.D. dissertation. Become part of something – NGOs? cycling clubs? freemasonry? Hike with Manuel, Mindo, and Giallu. Learn something new – something practical, possibly. Try to read and practice the spiritual exercises of Ignatius. Drink whiskey with Martin and Niels. Travel outside Europe. Meet the Canadians: Iris, Joe, Jasper. Write Thomas. Avoid weddings – except Nele’s. Be present. Make a plan for life. Visit Aosta.

Kaasplankje

You know that feeling when you do something and you are happy you did it but you also know, deep inside, that you never ever want to do that same thing again? That was exactly my feeling on January 1st 2012 after the big dive in the Nortern Sea, The Hague. Legendary, but also painfully cold and borderline unbearable.

Now I did it again. And it felt great! (In fact, it didn’t. It was as cold as the last time, windier, and on top of that all I forgot to bring my underwear for the after-dive). But ehi: I am glad I spent yet another NYE with the canadian crew after a messy journey through Austria and Germany. I am now reporting from Rotterdam harbor with Thomas and Clement. I will try to reach a couple of European capital friends in the next few days before getting back to work.

It’s on

How are you doing brother? I would like to make you a challenge over summer. Let’s make a piece of art each and sell it for charity. This will be a competition; whoever earns the most money will win. I know we will both be shit in making art, so this is a real challenge. Let me know if you are in. 

Iris

A few things I have published

It’s publishing time. After a long period focusing on my PhD project, I am now working hard on to revise and get published some old and some new stuff. Today openDemocracy was so kind to put online a short piece I have written on why regional and provincial governments might invent a progressive tradition in order to justify claims to self-government. This is how the article looks like

Civil rights: playing the territorial card
May 8th, 2014
Sub-state institutions may claim that they need self-government in order to maintain their distinct progressive tradition while, in reality, the distinct progressive tradition is often created in order to justify claims to self-government.

If the article is not too bad, that’s mainly due to my friend Iris, who helped me making the contents a bit more clear also for those who are not into politics.

For Italian speakers, in the last few months I did not advertise the articles I have published on Unimondo. But now it’s time to do that again. Some are not too bad, I have tried to be funny and a bit original. Here’s a small selection.

Russi di tutto il mondo unitevi!
30 Aprile 2014
La dottrina del Presidente Putin sull’ingerenza russa oltre confine “per proteggere i cittadini e i compatrioti” è molto pericolosa e spaventa le ex Repubbliche sovietiche

Fine vita, tra diritti individuali e voglia di indipendenza

20 Marzo 2014

A sostegno delle rivendicazioni di indipendenza di varie regioni nel mondo non arrivano i carri armati come in Crimea, bensì le leggi a sostegno dei diritti, dall’immigrazione all’eutanasia.

Scozia libera! Il referendum entra nel vivo
20 Febbraio 2014
18 settembre 2014, la Scozia sceglierà l’indipendenza? Batterà così moneta, avrà un suo esercito, chiederà di aderire all’UE? Tutte le questioni di un passaggio storico.

Cina, il calcio è l’ultima frontiera
04 Febbraio 2014
Nelle Olimpiadi del 2008 la Cina era in cima al medagliere. Oggi è stabilmente la seconda economia del mondo. Ma nel calcio è surclassata dai vicini /nemici del Giappone. Adesso si corre ai ripari.

Keep the tradition alive

Three months later I finally received a few complementary pictures from our NYE reunion – the first one with Stefania, and the sixth of this kind now? What was meant to be the annual gathering of a bunch of people who met in Victoria, BC, in 2011 is now a mixed group that includes many of the new friends we met along the way. Not all of us are great ice skaters. (Hint: Iris isn’t). But, as you can see from the imagages, Jasper is.