Why on Earth.. 88Days!!

88days…. this is the actual length of time I did take out of everyday high school schedule, as boredom was simply too much to digest for an 18 years old chap. Thing is, I spent all that time learning, reading, experiencing an enormous amount of different facets of life and living…

A library was the island where someone had hidden treasures, a little red Italian motorbike was my horse, vessel, spaceship, and I rode on Tuscan hills and beaches, with some beloved books and my curious eyes…

This was back in the ’80s… I did manage to finish off the high school at the end, missing one year but triumphing the next one.. and I thought the world was almost ready to be taken by storm… that was the time I engaged myself in Economic and Political Science in Pisa, Italy. Things were kind of going well, up until the student community around Italy decided it was just about time to go and protest about university privatisation, funding and such amenities.. the so called “Pantera” students movement was born, and clearly I was there, discussing and protesting, believing in the creative force it was spreading across the academic world, and I enjoyed endless nights discussing about the very spirit of “being young and alive”… the day the Establishment decided that all exams would have been put on hold should the movement not retire in proper ranks was the realisation people are quite often hiding behind “the critical mass” to mask frailty… the movement disappeared in less time than it takes to say WTF…

The military service was then on the menu… Air Force, Padua, Northern Italy, blooming cold, not to mention it was the winter the First Gulf War broke out.. funny time though, but as all beautful things, it ended!!!!!!!

Back civilian, I was awaited by a European Community course on Computer Integrated Building (that is to say domotics, in XXI century language ..) and I met a smashing good friend, who is an architect today and still one of the best souls I can have around, and a bunch of IT people which brought me the first serious job in a Tuscan-based software house. It was about.. 1992… I did work there for something close to a couple of years, in the meanwhile I understood how a marketing department was organised, what was all about this “business strategy” thing, and incidentally I met an English girl, one summer eve I came back from work, absolutely shattered…

This is a key fact actually, as after that summer I went over to England (“take your arse over to London” she elegantly wrote in a lovey-lovey letter.. I should have known better..) and fell in love .. with the city, most of all!!!

In a few months I dropped off my job, had my party time as DJ and club art director, manage to sell few loved stuff (an entire collection of beloved comics) and shoot off over to London.. that was February 13th, 1995. A milestone. A stupid thing to do with 125 Euros in your pocket.. that man in the corner shop pratically stole my comics..bastard!!

Months without a penny (what an unexpected outcome, isn’t it??), job hunting, running away from furious and stingy landlords at 2am, until at a party I fell for a pretty young English girl, all wrapped around a nice bottle of Chianti (that is a sign, I would say!!!!) and, after a couple of unforgettable months preceded by one even more unforgettable kiss in a pub to start it all, I also found a pretty nice job as a Researcher in Datamonitor Technology, a research and consulting British firm (luck is an undebatable factor here…). We hit a change in momentum!!

At that time I felt I was really in charge of my life, and supposedly I thought stamina and a bit of bravery (mixed with a large helping of stunning luck!!!) could have taken you very, very far away!!! It was great, truly and deeply. Never matched so far!!!

It lasted six months, then the lovely girl went over to South America, for it was her “one year off” from Uni.. I hit Heathrow with her and there we were, backpacking for a few months in Ecuador and Venezuela!!!! That was freedom at its best (riding my bike at 140Mph is almost close to that but not quite..).

Back to Old Europe, back to London and, after a spell in Italy and a drop off in France, back to Datamonitor. Senior Researcher, first real salary!!! It was 1998 when I finally left UK and my (well deserved I dare say..) Research Manager position in Datamonitor to get over to Milan, in Gartner Group, another research and consulting firm, as a Consultant, or it was Senior Consultant?? Something…

Ah, and I did marry the little English girl after one year we spent in sunny Italy.. to drop both marriage and the Associate Director job (another career ladder ramp up, what the heck!!!) one year later!!! Joined EMC, an information storage US behemoth, as Engagement Manager.. and joined few other troubles on top!!

That was 2001.

Things changes, quite deeply sometimes, and you have to be seriously curious to find it a nice thing.. yet, it happens you have to move fast, and I did it, again… Milan was still willing to have me around, but as a Manager in IDC, back into IT research and business consulting.. a new house (right.. flat, say..), a brand new black Honda Hornet 600, a huge bag of high expectations and a broadband connection at home.. Ready to roll!!!

I spent more than 6 years hanging around there, Manager of the Envisioning Consulting Practice, expert in evolutionary strategy and pattern analysis, macro economic and everything that is forward looking… I write, do conference and consult, waiting to ride my black Honda 600 over Tuscan hills, with a nice book in my backpack and a Creative mp3 player full of music. And I do kickboxing, freedive, snowboard, and travel whenever possible, and I do want to learn Arabic, go back surfing, write my book and launch my company …. curious???

And I dream, and I have regrets and unhealed wounds and I am proud of the memories I have got inside, and I have friends all over the world and yet a very small flat but in a posh-ish area (the flat is far form posh, though..), and a girlfriend I love, and I have a smashing family down in Tuscany and a brother I adore, and my sea and my beach brimmed with hills I can ride..

And, yes, I am still curious..

So curious that I have found myself moving finally out of Milan to head over the beach again and to become the Strategic Marketing Manager in Giunti Labs, a software company holding the knowledge and learning markets by the horns…

A challenge, a new one, with glittery, shiny pluses and some somber tones, I can see the sea from my bedroom windows and I have to use Skype to meet my lovely girlfriend during weekdays…

Nothing’s perfect.. that is why I am curious, you never know, at the end!!

Tic toc, tic toc.. another change, still unclear in its final direction, but a change is a change, something you must tackle with a bit of information, some bravery and snap judgement.. will it be me running my own stuff, will it be me landing into another management position, will it be me? In the meanwhile I run, and run, and run..