Six years have passed since I saw you last time, Milan.
It’s a short period for the natural flow of the time and it’s a long one for my life which is always changing too quickly.
I’ve been calling you Home for a while, Milan, and it’s such a weird feeling to see you again after a long time.
During these years I’ve changed a lot … and you, Milan?
You are beautiful.
More beautiful than I remembered.
Maybe because – as I was told – you have been spic and span for last year’s Expo.
Or maybe it’s that I’m visiting you during one of your most lively events, the Salone del Mobile.
Milan, you are beautiful.
And during these years I almost forgot that.
The Duomo – finally free from any scaffolding – is beautiful.
And your boundless tree-lined boulevards are beautiful too. The Vittorio Emanuele Galleries are beautiful.
Your hidden courtyards.
Even the tram clatter is beautiful.
I don’t have much time to spend with you, Milan.
But I feel like visiting again the corners of my university years: the aperitifs at the Colonne, the editorial office at the Arco della Pace, the books haul at 10 Corso Como and the CDs one at Serendeepity, the coffees at Fioraio Bianchi.
Everything seems the same.
Everything seems changed.
There isn’t space just for memories.
There is also plenty of new stuff, as you definitely are not a dawdler, Milan.
Here you are, the Porta Garibaldi skyscrapers are dazzling me and the Fuorisalone creative mess is embracing me.
While on the Malpensa Express I promise myself to come back in a short while.Arrivederci Milan, see you soon!