Every experience shapes roots that grow into new trees. I am depicted hanging from a thread, suspended between the darkness of hardship and the light of an unwritten future. Castello di Roncade, the root of my career, feeds an open book with its wine: it is my story, yet also a bridge to what’s next. The pages remind us that today’s science is a mere triviality in the shadow of tomorrow’s truth, pointing toward new chapters like Kattesundet. I dream of a “United States of Europe,” free and without nationalism. Like a hawk, I fly with cunning and vigilance—a solitary traveler who knows how to belong wherever the journey leads.