If I want to be honest with myself first of all and then with all people that allegedly can be interested in what I say, I never felt too much as being Italian. When I was young I was many times mistaken for French, Russian, German...rarely people thought I was Italian. And when I said I was Italian they were surprised. I have never shared qualities that could be connotated as Italian, just because I didn't feel it or a little. Since I was a lad I had an aversion to food, for loud family reunions, which I tried to avoid with every means, even though now I remember them with nostalgia, above all I miss the familiar faces of many relatives who have disappeared forever from my sight. I never wished to be like my father. My father was a politician: I was too shy to be speaking in front of a large auditorium. I remember that many times, between my 30s and 40s, I jokingly said that I was the last of the Etruscans, because people were still telling me that I didn't look like an Itali...
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