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  • I was born and raised in a small backwater town on the Italian Appennines and that's where I live. Though people may call it backwater, that's not the case for me. I love it.

    We do have Internet and such other commodities. I own a laptop, a tablet, a gaming console.
    I'm always connected, though, when I read, paper books are still my favorite.

    I live a modest, yet comfortable life. Mom and dad are teachers and my mom is now retired.

    Pretty much like many other Italian kids, I still live at home with my parents and I have yet to take my degree. I don't know if, after getting my BA, I'll be able to find a job right away and if that job will correspond to what I could actually do with my BA or else. Such is the situation right now.

    I try not to think about it too much. I'd love to become a teacher like my parents.
    I'd need an MA to do so, even though I don't know if I'll still be willing to keep studying, after getting the BA.

    I'd love if I could find a job that would enable me not to move to a city.
    There are still so many open fields here, and we're sorrounded by mountains.
    The sky is blue, the air is clean and we can see the stars at night.

    I lived away from home for a while, back when I started University and in both of the cities where I stayed I couldn't see the stars. They were covered by a thick fog of smog and clouded by the public lighting.
    I missed the silence, too. Cities are overcrowded and overwhelmed by noise.
    There's silence here at night.

    I think I'm lucky to live here and I don't want for my town to ever change. I don't want for it to grow bigger and crowded, to be overrun by cars and noise and smog.
    I wish it would stay the way it is, forever, but I don't want for it to die either.

    That's why I wish to find a job which would enable me to keep alive the community.
    I'm such a dreamer, I know.
    Yet, I'd rather keep dreaming, if waking up means to give up hope for the future I wish to see.
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