What could have taken me away from a city that has the advantage of being small and, at the same time, offering so much? By admission of those who lived abroad, Milan today offers a lot from a cultural and lifestyle point of view: the Triennale has been renewed, the beautiful Prada Foundation has opened, the Hangar Bicocca organizes excellent contemporary art exhibitions for free.
And then, before the pandemic, it opened an interesting restaurant every month. For a food enthusiast like me, it was pretty much heaven.
Milan has been the symbol of a migration from the south to the north for a century. Some even call it the second or third extension of Puglia, and they have every reason to do so there is even a district, Bisceglie, which is named after a city in Puglia.
The north of Italy represents a place where many southerners have been able to find their fulfillment: first studying at universities, then working. It was not uncommon for me to meet Apulians and southerners wherever I went: in fact, I would say that it was more rare to meet a true Milanese. Yet today I am here in Conversano. At the end of February, coinciding with the first Covid case in Italy, the design studio where I work asked us to work remotely.
I think I was among the first in the whole boot to undergo the work from home experiment. After the three months of lockdown, spent in our small but cozy casa di ringhiera, with the neighbours singing their hearts out every day at 6pm, in June we decided to go down to Puglia to see our family again and relax in the places where we grew up. One thing I always tell my friends is that I only brought my summer wardrobe, having planned to return in September.
