"I fell into a very deep well, I wonder if I got out of it. But I have no doubt which part of the story is."
"I months are long and it happens that the bubble turns into a black hole that it sucks you in. To borrow a metaphor that I will read several times months later in a beautiful comic book dedicated to my events – he says quoting Zerocalcare – I fell into a very deep well.
The walls are slippery and every time I try to make a A short step to go up just a little, I always end up with Sink deeper. Sometimes I wonder if this well has a bottom and whether there really is an exit somewhere. I guess to be a small gecko, which in the silent darkness manages to climb the walls. Yes, I have to climb the walls, but unfortunately there are no mine here climbing companions and the bonds of trust tightly knit on the rope of the safety".
"I'm closing And I cast my gaze beyond the walls of this blind prison: I see the vicissitudes of men
and women as spare parts in fabrics on tapestries that depict larger stories. Stories of peoples, cultures, languages and religions. History of economic, political, and Legal. Stories of wealth and misery, of power, of oppression and exploitation. Stories of wars and armies. Stories of a world in which children are still being killed, in which the quarters of Europe resound machine guns that echo the havoc of the last century.
Open the eyes and see me curled up on the gray covered, with it Fixed gaze on the iron door of the cell. Everything appears simple to me and linear in these events, as in many others, there can be no Doubt about what the right part of the story is."