Bologna, Italy
Bologna is my city, I was born and raised here.
I could fill a book with anecdotes and stories.
I could tell you about my childhood, my life in high school, my university studies in the oldest university in the world.
I could recite the songs that have accompanied me growing up, making you laugh explaining how the happy hours works or what it feels like to ride a Vespa on the hills during the long and humid summer days.
What about the first loves and broken hearts?
Or perhaps of the history of the city, with its perfumes and its flavours?
I could tell you so much that I decided not to tell you anything.
I will only write a note:
"If I don't come back, know that I never left. My travelling was all about staying here, where I never was. "
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