Maybe the best way to leave Milan: dancing mazurka and other folk music in S. Fedele square, just next to La Scala Theatre, all night long. Special thanks to all the buddies of Mazurka klandestina: I've spent a great time with you in these months, I hope to see you soon (maybe in Oslo...!).
It's nearly time to get on the plane and I'm still trying to pack up my stuff: a "die hard" work, but, how does it say... when the going gets tough, the toughs get going!
A big hug to my family.
To dad, it's never been easy for me to give you credit for your help and consistent presence: maybe in time I'll be able to acknowledge your merits and show more gratitude.
To mom, don't worry for me: after all, it's your fault if my name is Gipsy, my place is around the world.
To my bro, don't grow too much: remember that I'm still your big brother. I bet you'll miss me soon, you little monster :)
You three, please, take care of the cat in my absence: he needs to be coddled at least three times a day, with love.
Berlin, you definitely caught my soul. It's been only one year since we met last time, but coming back it's been like rediscovering old paths of my early days, the land of nowhere in which I love to get lost: a friendly and gloomy, irresistible haven in my wanderings.
Even when you throw me out from the clubs - damn!
Thanks to Gabriele for your welcome and for the wonderful evening, to Diego and Maria for the nice company, and to Anisa and Luca - you two, take care of yourselves!