It has been a wonderful experience, despite the rain (it did not bother me at all) that made the day even more special. The perfume of
the wet grass, the smiles of people, the emotion of "feeling and sharing" together with so many students and teachers.
This ancient, peculiar, park, decadent and fierce at the same time.
Master Gandini so "Simply Great", Alessandra's cordiality, Attilio's reassuring smile, omonimo of me, even if lightyears' far from me. Some distrust in someone, surely with a good reason, but firstly, smiles, politeness, and in someone the patience to teach, thanks.
The other "Schools", Masters "alone" or "Thundering", silently concentrated under a thin rain, each with his titles, his experience,
modern representants of ancient Masters of Ranting names, always ready to offer something to see, and more, if you wish to listen, to
perceive.
Swords, sabres, batons, lances floating in the air, but...when it is the body that is moving wiggly, in ancient movements full of energy,
strength, softness, fullness and emptyness, then everything changes.
You can be young or over forty, you can be thin or fat, happy or sad, rich or poor, but in that moment you become a little part of something really great.
After having finished the first exhibition of the first part of the form, I felt a little like, when a boy, I could swim for the first
time.
I was happy, proud, aware of having begun an important journey...and I was not alone, even if I could swim alone.
Yesterday, when I was back home in Genova, after having talked all the way back of the beautiful experience and of the next future events, I ate with pleasure and then went to bed early, with a beautiful smile on my lips and a big smile in my heart.

Thanks Master, thanks to all.
Attilio