How it all started...
On a train from Ancona to S. Giorgio
I remember to have for most of my teenage years wished to become an architect. When I still had to start my higher studies I received my first architecture book and on the back cover there's still a quote of something I've once said: " I want to become an architect but I don't want to build just fancy houses for stupid people", by that time, than, I already wanted to become an architect and somehow do something good for this planet. I was really confused at the time but since then i've made up my mind.
I see travelling, one of my deepest passions, as a key to understand the world, learn to be flexible and open to differences. Is for me a key to listen to different voices, see different realities, taste different food and learn about different attitudes towards life, all this in order to gain a wider education which would be impossible to learn in school.