E 'was a great thrill, I was convinced I would not make it to my as-usual-I was convinced that my anxiety would have ruined everything. Instead it was a success. Preamble. The course of reotrica-let's be honest-it is a great cool. The professor, Peter for us students, that's all that you do not expect. It 's always with the bow tie, his eyes hidden behind small round glasses two small, almost roguish smile and-of course-a vocabulary and use language, gestures and context, as to shiver the emotions stesse.Per who saw Bolt, cardboard, you could say "is pazzeschissimo. It discusses logos, pathos, ethos, the air feels that everyone can offer something good if the context is right. And heck, this is a setting worthy of the gods!
Today I had the honor to present my thesis project, of course, translated into English, before my colleagues and unflappable under the above-mentioned opinion of prof. Have emerged during the various presentations, different cultural and social background of us students, but it was all fascinating and exciting. I was told that I have a beautiful voice, clear, not hesitant, I have excitement and enthusiasm that I a beautiful facial expression and gesture in my art is great (dare I add, typically Italian). The project has been defined very interesting and it was perceived that I was in the topic.
I ran back to that Oct. 16, one less day and a month more than today, when all this began. When fears of a boy turned into a moment of glory that makes you see the beauty of the world-transforming was not King Midas-everything evil in the absolute good. I reread my thanks and I discovered that you are all still here, I even found some people that I talked too long in the past. I saw the photographs, prints made by Alexia, my watch, pen, I thought back to the crown of gigantic then, I heard your perfumes in the hugs that I can distinctly remember. I see everything as if I had not experienced anything like it again the first time. Italy seems to have arrived in the autumn, at least so says mom. Well, here the sky is blue and the sun shines high in the sky, playing with the reflections of the glass. In my mind I thought that all along you're moved here to let me enjoy the last days of summer, warming up with your ray of my everyday life.
I love you.
PS: in the photo, the group of Master Students in Biomedicine struggling with the cold waters of Sweden. Obviously, I have thrown. I lost a few years of life, but it was worth it!
