Italy is not a good place to live in, these days.
I know what you're thinking. It could be worse.
Plenty of places where every day of the week people die of starvation. And lack of health care. And ...
So, let me put it in another way: I am not happy to live in italy, these days. That's it. I could write a thousand lines of worries and rants, but I won't.
Instead, I will tell you how, in my deep discomfort, I feel some relief in my collection of sci-fi books.
A couple of hours a day, I live in another place, in another time.
I want unknown places and exploration, I want people to fight togheter instead of fighting each other.
You know, that kind of stuff that happens when they do realize human kind is a whole. Err, correction, "should" be a whole.
Guess we will never really learn this lesson, until we face this huge universe we live in. Doesn't really matter finding other forms of life, or not.
A couple of books I really enjoy reading again and again: "Bios" by Robert C. Wilson, and "The Engines of God" by Jack McDevitt.
They make me dream of endless travels and discoveries. Boundless horizons.
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