About love and personal stories
We are in a network of relationships of which family is, perhaps, the primary core, the original one. As a matter of fact, the first core is the relationship we weave with ourselves. In these pages, we will read more than once how the lockdown – and the pandemic in a before-and-after variable – has been an opportunity for someone. Therefore, reading between the lines, there is always an opportunity if you know how to seize it, find it and make it yours. It takes healthy awareness.
For example, my great opportunity has been to rediscover myself and return to the oldest and most ambiguous of relationships: the one with myself. From there, I found my family and my own centre of gravity, the primary core that has always been there, a speck inside the vortex of work, things to do, and projects. I risked annihilating myself – and, perhaps, I did it for a very long time. But during the weeks that proved to all of us that we are neither invincible nor supersonic, the step back we were forced to take brought us back to ourselves. And, here is the opportunity: having a longing for a walk in the countryside, evoking the scent of the sea, returning to linger over breakfast or talking around the table all together in front of a plate of spaghetti. Simple things became so complicated that they lost their taste and meaning.
And I like to find these things again talking with our friends. You will read it between Andrea Morettino’s words, and Stefania Milano’s and Franco Virga’s as well. We will find it in the way of making a dinner that Francesco Piparo suggests to us, and in the fil rouge of the wines we will tell you: in the end, what matters most is always what you put into the things you do, it's always what you create inside a relationship.
In my network, I found my feeling of great pride for my children, for their courage – stuck at home, submerged by work, far from friends, from sport, and never, never a reproach, a complaint or a sign of weakness. If I think about it, tears come back to my eyes. But the beauty is that the lockdown taught me that having tears in your eyes it’s right. And it’s right to find yourself and, then, find your love, your loves. That is what our pages are made of: love and stories. Do you like it?
