Avevo sentito un “crick” mentre mettevo la valigia nello scomparto sopra il sedile, ma pensavo fosse un cedimento di poco conto: due ore dopo mi son trovato nella farmacia dell’aeroporto di Abu Dhabi a mendicare antidolorifici e anti-infiammatori.

Stamani ho gettato l’anima oltre l’ostacolo e sono andato in pronto soccorso: trafila, devo dire comunque abbastanza rapida, e un ortopedico mi ha confermato che son riuscito a far del male alla cuffia dei rotatori, quei 4 muscoli che tengono assieme braccio e spalla e ci permettono l’articolazione complessa dei movimenti.

Mi ha confermato che fa un male troio e mi ha prescritto roba per entrare nel paradiso artificiale per i prossimi 10 giorni. Son quindi giustificato se per oggi mi limito anche sul blog. Digitare con 1 solo dito e tener lontano da urti il braccio imbragato è un gran casino.

Son tornato a Milano e Beria mi fa festa … l’immagine sotto l’ho scattata qualche anno fa in montagna.


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It has been more than fifty years since I began traveling across the world — and the seven seas — for work or for pleasure, always with a Leica M camera close at hand. The camera has never been an accessory; it has been a constant companion, a way of observing, remembering, and making sense of the places and people I encountered along the way. I started keeping this kind of journal some time ago, not as a diary in the traditional sense, but as a space where images and words could meet. This is not a publication driven by schedules or algorithms. At times I disappear for long stretches; then, inevitably, I return with semi-regular updates. Publishing, for me, is a mirror of my state of mind and emotions. It follows my rhythm, not the other way around. You have to take it exactly as it comes. Every photograph you see here is mine. They are fragments of a life spent moving, looking, and waiting for moments to reveal themselves — often quietly, sometimes unexpectedly. This blog is not about destinations, but about presence. About what remains when the journey slows down and the shutter finally clicks.

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