End of the journey, beginning of friendship

This Monday we completed the trip to the Puglia region organized by ARA with around thirty subscribers, and we returned strengthened by the conviction that, in a Western world that tends toward cultural imitation and substitution, Italy endures. The aesthetic emotions of a façade, frescoes, cuisine... are genuine. The language has, indeed, surrendered somewhat to the invasive species of English, capable of leaving ugly stains even on this well-constructed edifice that is Italian. But, recounted and discussed, no matter how similar we are in the Romanesque style, in the olive trees (it says they have planted sixty million), in the same sea, and in a shared past of great military powers, one sets foot and knows that one has crossed a border.

It has been a joy to share these days with people who didn't know each other but were united by the bond of a diary. The ARA community is both demanding and generous, and it gives meaning to the idea that a national community is one that celebrates and suffers the same things. These days we've been able to talk about this, while in the background the world seemed to be collapsing. With your trust, and from now on, our friendship, we will continue to say good morning to you every day.