Today, May 19, 2021, I begin to write. Once again, during the sleepless hours of last night, I felt the urge to start writing about my life. The fear that my memory, already diminished, might no longer support me in remembering; the fear of having lost my command of Italian, which flowed so easily forty years ago, before colliding with the obstacles of new languages. What also held me back was the sheer quantity of experiences, sensations, adventures to recount… (in Italian)