Maria Giubettini

Ah, siblings! That mysterious, fascinating, and often exasperating phenomenon that occurs when two (or more) human beings are born of the same mother, raised by the same father, grow up in the same house, yet end up being the living antithesis of one another.

The word “coming back” insistently comes to mind every time I return home, retracing the tree-lined streets, the meadows, and in the distance, I see the mountains of every color that tell me I’m close. I come back home, but not just to four walls with a roof, but to a place where every object, every corner murmurs of shared laughter, of thoughtful silences, of small and great achievements.

Once upon a time there was “the Seeker,” an individual who wandered the world with an obsession: to find humankind. He didn’t quite know what it was, whether a lost object, an endangered species, or a secret ingredient for happiness.

There are moments when words escape me. I can’t find them, I can’t say them, or I feel like I’m not allowed to. They linger in a corner of my mind, suspended, hidden among my thoughts, turning into shadows of what they could have been.

If there’s a beautiful film that makes you travel and think, but no one is there to see it, is the film still beautiful? It takes someone to embark on that journey and have those thoughts.
One evening this winter, a short but intense journey began. One of those trips without tickets or red cinema seats, taken while sitting still aboard a virtual film forum.

We are in October 2024 and I find myself writing a new contribution for this blog. It’s not easy to decide to shine a light on something considering everything that’s happening. What makes it more difficult is thinking about those we write for. This blog was born with the idea of being aimed at kids and always aims to receive contributions from younger people to continue and grow.

How do you decide your favorite ice cream flavor, whether you’re a dog person or a cat person, whether you want to be a doctor or an architect, whether to live in the countryside or in the city? Faced with such light or deeply profound questions, finding an answer can be simple but sometimes even paralyzing.

This brings to mind a very distant memory…

I wake up at five and get out of bed, immediately tripping over my black and white cat, who is sleepier than I am. Kibble, hot coffee inside, white ice outside. My phone is offline, but I think whoever tried to reach me will try again. TV offline! Better this way, I start the day without social media posts or TV services. It’s almost a state of grace if I think about it.

In my life and in my work with guys the question I often ask myself is “How was it for me? How did I feel then? What did I think?”. And I find myself dealing with a personal story every time.