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  • He’s a tough guy. A university professor, a good father and husband, a speleologist, a soccer player, a baseball player (rather unusual for an Italian). I know him since when we were teens, actually we were school mates.

    In such a tiny town like the one we live it’s easy always to be in touch; with the time passing by we met often by chance and saw each other getting a job, getting engaged, married, become parents.

    So it was no wonder for me to meet him last Saturday. The surprise came when I saw him wearing skis while I was wearing my thickest shoes. Yes, after such a big snowfall the town was completely white, all the roads blocked, no traffic at all, and he had decided to take a walk with the skis, while my goal was to shoot and record a rather unusual state of the place where I live.

    “I am going to the old town” I said to him.
    “I am going out of the city, to the next village” he replied
    “But it’s a hard road, up hill and steep”
    “I know” he said, smiled and went away.

    And while I was shooting I couldn’t refrain from thinking of the urban skier, engraving skiprints along the snow covered roads and converting for a while our urban network into a cross country ski track.
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