The Time I Left My Island – Quella volta che sono uscito dalla mia isola
Questo saggio è disponibile anche in italiano. Perfect, I have my blank sheet, notes on what I need to express, and I’m ready to write this essay. I have my hot coffee on the desk and my compilation of Bob Dylan playing in my ears, but we’re on the tenth song and I haven’t written a word yet, in fact, I’ve written and then deleted many. Do you know what happens? I’m not a writer, I spend my life in PHP, why should I completely detach from what is my daily routine? Okay, here we go! I’ll open my code editor, coffee, and Dylan at this hour are constants, let’s see if the words flow now. My Island I’m Sardinian, I come from an island in the Mediterranean envied for its sea, climate, food, and the warmth of its people. Let’s talk about an island, and sometimes the sea is a boundary, it’s a beautiful blue wall that separates you from the rest of the world, often it’s difficult to feel Italian, let alone European. My story begins here, with a strong introversion orchestrating my life, a passion for computer science, PHP which had been accompanying me for about 5…
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