TO INSPIRE AT LEAST ONE PERSON

Once upon a time, a 12-year-old girl started to dream to become a journalist after that her mother showed her the books and reports of one of the greatest writers that Italy has ever had: miss Fallaci. She was more than a journalist, she fought every single battle she believed was worth fighting for. She put herself into what she wrote, and she devoted her whole life to show others what wasn't so easy to see. To teach us to think with our own mind instead of following the mainstream, and to deeply analyse human behaviour in both its horrible and magnificent sides. 

The girl that was so badly in love with her it's still there, somewhere. I sincerely been through many more experiences and trouble and journey and people that I would have ever imagined at that age. And the little girl learnt that what her heroin was saying was true, and was everywhere in this world. It's the magic that makes you cry just looking at a picture of a mother holding tight her child, it's what makes you turn your head disgusted every time an injustice is happening, and what makes you step forward in order to stop it. It's protection, love, fear, wisdom, courage. It's everywhere, hidden even where you wouldn't look at.

I almost forgot why I started to write, why I went abroad the first time and why I chose to pursue this kind of life - which, any expat can say, is not always as pleasant as it's pictured to be in Italy. I chose it because I reckoned it was the only way to spread the same message of peace and knowledge that she sent through her books. And as she inspired me, I want to inspire someone else. 

So I'm deeply sorry if I hadn't write in a while. I admit I was quite depressed since few people are following the blog but hey! I won't give up. If there's just one person that reading this pages or the one I wrote when I was sixteen, it will be always worth it. 

With Love,

Saya.