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The other day I got very upset with the Almighty C. cause he often fails to greet people. So I told him that greeting (and smiling alongside) is the very base of education and the minimum least of civil coexistence: “we always smile and greet, no matter what!”

Then I gave it a thought and had to admit that every now and then when I lived in Milan I used to pretend to not have seen somebody because I didn’t feel like saying hi… Now, if the Almighty C. told me that “he doesn’t feel like greeting people” I would probably gobble him up on the spot. What does it mean “don’t feel like”? The truth is that I didn’t want to bother them, maybe they hadn’t recognised me, certainly they couldn’t care less and, last but not list, why am I supposed to be the one who goes after people and says hello? Why can’t they be those who come? Because. This is the rule: if they’re not polite enough it’s none of your business, you abide by the rule.

Now the point is that I realised that I am the one who’s turning into something different. Being in Lugano, away from home, kind of forces you into a particular position where – at the end of the day – you are HAPPY to welcome people and greet them and even get to the point of spending a few minutes talking with a complete stranger (which is actually the only reason why I was so glad to be in Milan last Thursday and Friday during the Milan Design week, which is an event that in the past I could not even think of without having a meltdown)… Well, no more of that, I’m a social person now! Even though the Milan Design Week is REALLY REALLY an unsettling of an experience. I’ll tell you then.