Many people ask me “So, how is Bali? How do you feel in your new life? Come on, Tell us something, not everything will be fine, right? Do you miss Italy ?”
To all of them I say:
“Italy is the country where I was born and raised and will always be part of me. I am proud to be Italian, but in this moment of my, of our journey, we needed something new, different, to feel again alive.
Bali welcomed us with its colors, the smile of the their people and the smoke from the rice fields at sunset.
Bali now is our home.
Acclimate obviously has its difficulties, related to the different culture, and sometimes is difficult to change your habits or try to communicate..
Every day is punctuated by thousands of organizations and new discoveries.
It goes from how and where to open our company, to buy the yeast for making pizza. Where to find the suppliers for our new work to where to find some Italian wine.
The boredom, that of my previous life, is a hazy memory.
The time to reflect on who I am and what I want to do, is a valuable asset.
And though I will always be grateful to Milan for having “built” my character, I am grateful to Bali to allow me to do what I want right now.
The traffic of rush hours, when you hold the bandanna over his mouth to keep from dying asphyxiated, the heaps of waste on the back of the houses or in the gutters, the aberrant slowness with which the people here make every job, the lack of sewers or bureaucracy complicated and useless of this island, are the reverse of a medal that every day gives you the opportunity to wake up with the blue sky, the dazzling green rice fields and the jungle, the scent of the bids that the women prepare carefully, the Ocean waves that crashing on the beach in Canggu and the warm sun that plunges into the sea at sunset. And every morning you choose, opportunities denied to many, what you want to do. Freedom is an important value, freedom is priceless.
And for that, I say “Bali, thanks!”.