Courses can sometimes be real curses… I mean, during my school career it happened (and it’s still happening) that lessons are boring, teachers are real assholes and exams are hard and anxiogenous.
Well, with this course I felt at ease: I’ve just done what I like. Writing in English and let people know what my passions are. I love words and for the first time I’ve felt that somebody (maybe only the teacher, but a person is enough) was listening to me, or rather, reading my thoughts.
I’ve written two books and hardly my friends have read them. Prof. Iamarf has read them and this meant a lot to me. I felt my works were not just a solipsistic exercise…
Well, dear Andreas, I’ve understood that even if I hate being alive and can’t find many people taking care of my tortured soul, somebody on the net can understand what I feel.
Prof, a volte mi sono trovata lì lì per mandarle una mail sulle mie paturnie e i miei disastri familiari… poi mi sono trattenuta perché non era forse politically correct. Al di là di tutto, quello che più ho imparato non è stato tanto l’aprire un blog o capire delicious…. ma che forse vale la pena continuare a respirare… perché qualcuno che ti ascolta c’è…
thanx!

