HONOR TO THE OWNER...
Cute little thing, wasn't I? ;^D
My History (abridged)
Chapter 2.1
Well, I'm not a "Tiroler Schütze" any more; nonetheless, I feel strongly bound to my native province in the northeast of Italy, Trentino.
When I was 6 my father asked me if I wanted a sheep. Sure, I was enthusiastic. A year later he bought a goat and made me look after it during the summer in Primiero. The year after my brother Giacomo and my sister Chiara joined me and the 4 goats in the daily outings to the woods of Mt. Bedolé, right in front of my house. That was fun, but also a tough duty.
We always took a basket with us and picked the mushrooms left by the eager tourists that got up earlier. We played all sorts of games a sheperd can think of in the middle of trees, meadows, rocks and brooks. Sometimes we, the guys, would tease our sister Chiara to the point she went back home and let us alone in the woods. So we learned how clever women can be when they pretend to be touchy and exploit their fellow mens' roughness.
In 1983 or so my father gave up the making of goat cheese and our summers returned more or less back to us children, but we had had so much excitement end experiences living in such a close contact with nature that I, personally, am very proud to have been a little goat keeper.
Chapter 14.6
In 1989-1990 I lived in Maine, USA, as an AFS exchange student. I attended Maranacook Community School in Readfield, where I graduated. Central Maine is a beautiful rural area, but gee, is the winter cold and longish up there!
I was hosted by two families, the Dearborns of Mt. Vernon for the first three months and the Sayres of Readfield afterwards.
The first time I went to Boston (3 hrs drive) I was touched. I could't believe the things I was missing from my country were all there. First of all: real, fresh, scrumptious, crusty, italian bread. Then streets, shops, markets... and a certain ratio people/animals.
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I had a wounderful experience during that year abroad. Tough at times, but so many people were kind to me and helped me out. I haven't given them as much as I've taken. That's why upon my return I became an AFS volunteer in Italy through Intercultura.
Chapter 21.1
Today, at the end of February 1997 I am a sick Sociology student at the University of Trento, Italy. Sick of our boring educational system that doesn't allow much creativity and initiative. Since too few eventually graduate, the faculty has recently been re-structured in order to be more productive. The most interesting courses given by researchers have been cancelled and the academic hierarchy re-established. The gap with the "real world" is broadening. New technologies are left aside or "privatized" by professors. There is very little meritocracy.
In my opinion sociologists are committing suicide when they try to apply their studies to themselves.
Chapter 21.2
So it happened that I fell into computers. I like to define myself a MULTIMEDIA PRACTITIONER. I practice it authoring, utilizing, consulting and fixing. More on this later.