About Me
I started writing at the most crucial moment of my life, when, unconsciously, I had to decide who I would become. It was 2015.
I was born in a small town in the Marches region, in middle Italy. I don't live there anymore. I was born on March 15, 1988. I grew up with my grandparents, who taught me compassion, and to respect others. I grew up reading books, often coloring my hair, and always sighing for the wrong boy.
My childhood smells like cherries, green meadows, and bare feet in the summer sea. I am a happy and lonely girl. Then I'm a teenager, and I don't have relationship with my father, I break all the rules, and I disdain university studies. I keep reading, though. I have been traveling since my 17 years.
I am twenty one years old and I start studying again, Law in Brescia. Meanwhile, I work in perfumeries and luxury department stores. My suitcase is always ready and I never refuse travel.
In Libya and Tunisia I rediscovered the authenticity of ancient values, the hospitality and the family's importance. I have seen the beauty of uncontaminated places, the remains of ancient Rome and Greece, but also a lot of resentment, and anger, some times hypocrisy.
I have seen women in prison, guilty only of love. Barefoot children in prisons, and men, and brothers, and children, kill each other. I have seen that terrorism exists and really kills, that life continues and that love wins. In Libya I discovered that the law is not always fair, as for some international institutions.
I traveled to Lebanon, visiting the Syrian and Palestinian refugee camps. I set with migrants listening their trips, with homeless to drink a coffee.
In Tunisia I discovered the beauty of being a migrant in the opposite direction and the desire of the jasmine to be free.
I love to listen people's stories directly from protagonists, their hope and their dreams as well. This what I write along with facts, always trying to show the truth that someone else wants to hide.
I was born in a small town in the Marches region, in middle Italy. I don't live there anymore. I was born on March 15, 1988. I grew up with my grandparents, who taught me compassion, and to respect others. I grew up reading books, often coloring my hair, and always sighing for the wrong boy.
My childhood smells like cherries, green meadows, and bare feet in the summer sea. I am a happy and lonely girl. Then I'm a teenager, and I don't have relationship with my father, I break all the rules, and I disdain university studies. I keep reading, though. I have been traveling since my 17 years.
I am twenty one years old and I start studying again, Law in Brescia. Meanwhile, I work in perfumeries and luxury department stores. My suitcase is always ready and I never refuse travel.
In Libya and Tunisia I rediscovered the authenticity of ancient values, the hospitality and the family's importance. I have seen the beauty of uncontaminated places, the remains of ancient Rome and Greece, but also a lot of resentment, and anger, some times hypocrisy.
I have seen women in prison, guilty only of love. Barefoot children in prisons, and men, and brothers, and children, kill each other. I have seen that terrorism exists and really kills, that life continues and that love wins. In Libya I discovered that the law is not always fair, as for some international institutions.
I traveled to Lebanon, visiting the Syrian and Palestinian refugee camps. I set with migrants listening their trips, with homeless to drink a coffee.
In Tunisia I discovered the beauty of being a migrant in the opposite direction and the desire of the jasmine to be free.
I love to listen people's stories directly from protagonists, their hope and their dreams as well. This what I write along with facts, always trying to show the truth that someone else wants to hide.
