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 Tunisia I discovered the beauty of being a migrant in the opposite direction, the beauty of Sahara, the remains of ancient Rome and Greece, surprising talents and brave women,
In Libya, I witnessed that terrorism really exists, but that life continues and love triumphs. I also realized that the law is not always fair, just like some international institutions.
I traveled to Lebanon to visit Syrian and Palestinian refugee camps. I met with migrants to hear about their journeys and with homeless people to drink coffee. I enjoy hearing people's stories, especially their dreams and objectives, . This is what I write alongside the facts, continuously trying to disclose the reality that somebody else would like 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 Tunisia I discovered the beauty of being a migrant in the opposite direction, the beauty of Sahara, the remains of ancient Rome and Greece, surprising talents and brave women,
In Libya, I witnessed that terrorism really exists, but that life continues and love triumphs. I also realized that the law is not always fair, just like some international institutions.
I traveled to Lebanon to visit Syrian and Palestinian refugee camps. I met with migrants to hear about their journeys and with homeless people to drink coffee. I enjoy hearing people's stories, especially their dreams and objectives, . This is what I write alongside the facts, continuously trying to disclose the reality that somebody else would like to hide.