The Beginning


or, more precisely, a dream that became reality on the basis of the belief that dreams cannot die. They can only fall asleep until the day their awakening will bring them into existence.
This is a journey I dedicate to all that feel trapped in their daily life, between the freedom of their dreams and the prison of their routine, for one day they may go beyond the world of the familiar, simply, towards the unknown, where instinct meets dreams to become life.

From China to Italy on motorcycle has been a journey across five of the most ancient and most beautiful civilizations ever existed: a trip between history and modernism, a trip to discover lost sites and mostly to witness the clash of ancient beliefs against the modern credo of money and development. A journey to see how the original values of these civilizations are adapting or surviving to the 3rd millennium. An independent testimony and a simple dream to go back home via land, on my motorcycle.

My dream began after graduation from the University of Florence. Already at that time, a force from deep within brought me to look beyond the borders of my town and beyond Italy. I didn’t have a specific direction to point at, perhaps it was just towards the unknown, but it was surely far where I was looking.
This force became desire and propelled me to live in numerous places around the world from New York to Boston; from Columbus, to India and to Shanghai in China.

I never understood how certain desires are born and how my nature brings me to want to live in the world, where the world is my home and I am its guest and explorer. I accept and follow my instinct because I recognize that traveling is for me, life itself.

Across China, I visited the cities of Leshan, Xiahe and Dunhuang, across the Gebi desert to the border region of Xinjiang until I reached Kashgar: the last mythical outpost city on the Chinese Silk Road. From there the Karakoram Mountains took me to Pakistan across its highest point at the Khunjerab Pass at 4700 meters on the border between the two countries.
I visited Peshawara and Quetta: two cities that once upon a time were the doors of culture and commerce between Central and South Asia, today, unfortunately only in the media for current political events.
Passing through Quetta I then went towards Iran, holder of all the beauty of the Persians and the influence of the Assyro-Babylonian.

Before reaching Tehran I stopped in mythical cities like Ban and Esfahān to witness their vibrant cultural heritage. A unique opportunity to visit this country not as a tourist but as a traveler, in contact with the people, learning their customs, and witnessing the changes that are occurring, in this modern cradle of the past.
A long stop was dedicated to Persepolis, a mystical city that, almost forgotten in the folds of the past, is key to witness the past richness of culture and beauty; a symbol confirming how this heritage is not dead, but still lives in what once upon a time was called Persia.
This testimony had its peak in Tehran, capital symbol of an Islamic modernism that wants to open to the world to show once again its splendor and the glamour of its ancient customs still alive in our postmodern age.
Tabrīz took me then on the road to Turkey, Empire of the Ottomans and today one of the most intriguing and fascinating places touching Europe. Dağ, and Istanbul have been only some of the stops before crossing the Bosphorus on the way to Alexandroupolis in Greece.
Greece, with its ancient city-states and its modern European life, mixed with the relaxation of the Mediterranean life and culture, has been the door to the heart of the Roman Empire.
After about 150 days of travel, and 25,000 kilometers covered across 5 countries I was on the Italy’s doorstep, not too far from my hometown, Lavagna (Genoa). ready to witness the past of the glorious Romans and the reality of medieval towns that are still part of Italy’s daily life.

This was a trip to understand that perhaps it is true that all is relative, relative to life itself and to the people that live it in each of their realities. A trip to understand that perhaps real problems are not only the ones that we see in our comfortable developed world, but that they are, in a more realistic scale, the ones that, at the end, tie people to their very existence.

This adventure is the realization of a dream, having the will, and the simplicity one day of saying, “Time has come”.
A trip that I want to share with people who, like me, have a passion for travel. People for whom travelling is not a hobby, a status symbol, or an escape, but is a way of being; for whom traveling is part of them, if not life in itself.
So I started sharing this idea with friends, gathering their emotions, their expression of surprise, their worried eyes, and the signs of fear in front of what many judge as madness.
Then I thought I could to more if I could also share my emotions and this unique experience through the pictures I take, and using my ability to capture on film the moments, the smiles, the situations and the emotions, seeing sometimes what others don’t see in the diverse cultures and people I met and I will continue to meet.