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There are moments of dispersion when one seeks refuge in their past, uncovering old drawers to find forgotten ancient memories. At this moment, I have no drawers. I am uprooted from my little world I had not left for 25 years. Everything I had is now gone. I only have the view of a building in a city in another part of the world. Until now, I have always felt lost as this life is so different from what I had. Then...a drawer. A drawer appears before me. It's quite old, rejected over the years, and today more splendid than ever: my childhood. The days in my small town in the Tuscan countryside, between the areas of Arezzo and Florence. The small chicken farm of my grandparents comes back to life. The house where my grandparents and uncle lived. A car arrives, purple with six seats. I happily get inside. My mother with a huge belly, my brother yet to be born. Twenty minutes of travel to reach the cinema. The cold has been biting my bones since this morning, but I feel good because the desire to see this movie called Finding Nemo surpassed everything. For that hour and a half, everything stayed outside. I was enchanted. The ocean lay before me, and it was wonderful. Sometimes I was scared, but it wasn't a drama to cry over. A killer great white shark, a swarm of jellyfish, or a threatening whale seemed imposing...but I was still on a high. It was so unreal, yet at the same time true. And seeing this clownfish doing everything to get his son back, despite all the adversities he encountered, made my spirit soar. And seeing little Nemo surrounded by other fish helping and protecting him...reminded me a lot of myself. I too was protected as a child, coddled. I walked out of the room saying "...can we see it again?". In the following 4 years, I watched it about 400 times.
And today...here I am. I have been a man for a long time and have faced many things. But, watching Finding Nemo, I realize that at this moment, I am facing something even bigger: the unknown. For 25 years, I was somewhat like Nemo, who had to face a few things but always within a boundary. Today I am Marlin, the clownfish father who has to face the entire ocean, all the beauty and the ugliness, the fun and the danger. Despite the many things happening every day, I will remember them all, because they are all part of this journey that will end who knows how. I no longer have my little aquarium, where everything seemed safer...but what surrounds me must be experienced, to find serenity. And sorry if this is just a spontaneous outburst like...well, any of my reviews in the last 18 months excluding Sanremo. But I felt the need to share this little thing. This small realization that can lead me to do much more. Aloha debaseriani, I'm going to dive in. I'm going to live.
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