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  • I live in a crowed and chaotic region, Lombardy, not far from Milan, the industrial and economic hearth of Italy. I commute every day from my village to Milan, on a busy highway. Often, I travel to Rome or to other cities in Italy or abroad. It's a typical chaotic life in a congested western region.

    Years ago I bought a small house in the mountains not far from Milan and Bergamo, in a small village named Costa Serina. It is not a hot touristic attraction, nor a popular or fashionable location. Certainly, the place is nice, but nothing special or unique. What is really unique is the wonderful, incredible, total silence that dominates all over the place. It looks even unreal, as it is so perfect and complete. Only some birds singing in the spring, a dog barking, or the thunder in the summer during a thunderstorm. Nothing else.

    For many years I have almost ignored this place. I had never visited it or even use it for a day trip. A few months ago I was fed up by the stupid nonsense of my saturday routine: wake up in the morning, go to the gym, spend half a day closed in an artificial place, then back home: an entire day doing mechanical things, in a closed and noise place. I wanted something different, the opportunity to think, to listen, to breathe, to really stay by myself, not because of some artificial settings. So I tried it for a day, and then I fell in love with it. It is an hour trip and now every saturday this is my place, my nest, my silent drug to recover and resume.

    Costa Serina is more than just my refugee: it is the place where I can find myself, comfortable, serene, peaceful. It takes very little, after all: silence, lot of wonderful, unique, inestimable silence.
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