Home

Even if I lost my connection flight, even if I did not sleep, even if I don't have my lagguage (and it took me 1 hour and 30 min to do a simple declaration in the lost and found of the airport), even if Fiumicino logistics is even worse than the one of my office (seriously worse), even if I don't find my winter clothes because my mother hid them somewhere, building up a very complicated puzzle of boxes and now she does not remember the secret reason of their organization, even if I'm half displaced between my house and my aunts'house, even if winter this year is not too cold, despite all that I'm home.
While closing my eyes on the flight from Brussels I realized that I was still dreaming about Voinjama bumping road, about sushi in Monrovia, my Country Director, my office, our house, my life in Voinjama. And I may dream about it again in these vacations.
But the first step I took out of the airport, without lagguage, without sleep, after 2 hours spent in the burocracy and complains of passangers without their bags, I heard the most refined roman conversation you can ever listen to: the comments the day after il derby Lazio-Roma (such a tragedy Roma lost 3-0), the conversation where every citizen of Rome, no matter if male, female, old, young, businessman or unemployed will give you his own, unquestionable, sofisticated and emotional interpretation of how to play football, trying to explain exactly why the winner won and why the loser lost.
And I smiled, smelling this delicate winter. That's home.