In a couple of hours i will leave to Croatia with 7 boys and girls between 16 and 23 years old. We will drive by bus up to Zagabria for a 4 day training programme with other boys and girls around similar age. And like every night before every departure i find myself with the same emotions i used to feel when i was a child. A mixture of anxiety, excitement and happiness. And i like to imagine that those 7 boys and girls are feeling the same way as me. My mind goes back to the many trips and away competitions i have made in the last 30 years, and i try to find in them my own memories and impressions. Strangely enough i am not worried. I am surely not the only one who criticize this generation, saying that kids nowadays are totally different from the kind of kids we were.

I am not the only one picturing them as unreliable, disrespectful and without any doubt, immature. And indeed, newspaper and tv programmes of recent years seem to confirm all of it. Yet, i don’t want to think about it today. I don’t want to analyze a whole generation, neither i have the desire to look for social nor anthropological reasons Continua a leggere→

Another attack is over. A good win which adds to the others two making them three good wins. I admit that i didn’t expect it, so i would say i definitely deserve a cigarette. Ok, fair enough i wasn’t the one on that platform, and indeed, even being down at the end of the same platform didn’t really make any significative contribution. She was good, and she did all by herself. And i just can’t stop being proud of her, of her improvements, of her dedication to training during these past two years, without any kind of big clamour, without attracting too many attentions, in silence, always smiling….Indeed, she Continua a leggere→