Martigot

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

Emily Dickinson

I look out of the window. The sun is going down, another day is over and the night will slowly cover the city and this little yellow house.
Every time I come back in Milan after a period in the countryside of my homeland, every time is as if I hadn't been away.
When my train arrives at the Central Station and my feet touch the ground, I immediately feel I'm in a place I belong to. Milan has really become my second home, and I love this city, even though I sometimes think how beautiful would be living somewhere in the green of the mountains. But I know, wherever life will bring me some day, I will keep Milan in my heart. Maybe because this is the city where I have really grown up and where I have become the person I am now. This is the reason because in my profile I have chosen Italy as my nation, even though I'm swiss. I spend most of my days in this country that I have learned to love, which is a really easy thing, because italian people are so friendly and creative and a little crazy also. And going back to the past I have the impression I have always known some day I would have come here, where people speak italian as we do, in South Switzerland where I was born, and where I feel much more at home than I was in some french or german speaking parts of Switzerland.



I apologize for my English, as a native speaker of Italian, I do the best I can...

Summer is going to leave, once again, and soon I'll be back to work in Milan. I will keep with me the images of these weeks far from the frenetic life of the city.
The deep green of the mountain grass softly caressed by the wind; the up and down through the mountains and their paths full of bends; the afternoons under our chestnut tree, reading a book while my turtles explore the garden; the feeling of being free and safe as if problems and worries are far away and can't reach me.
Good bye summer, when I will be tired, or sad, or I'll be back from a difficult working day, I will remember the warmth of your sun on my skin and it will be like being seated in a sunny meadow again, with the mountains around me.