Probably my deeper desire, the one I always think of even when I'm not aware doing it, is escaping from myself. When I was a child, my schoomates made a fool of me changing my name or mispronouncing it, so I always have some kind of disconfort with it, as if it had a particular and undefined sound that made it ugly and embarassing, like a sort of clothing we are forced to wear but we deeply hate. Maybe my wish to escape from my past - from parts of it - is closely linked to my desire of escaping from myself. In my darkest hours, I think that if things had gone differently, I'll be different too and I won't be so depressed: I'll simply be another kind of person, that is to say I won't have the fears I have, I'll have different desires, I'll be in some ways happy. Painful memories: that's what I mean by "past". Of course, everyone of us would like to escape from them - the fact that this is impossible must mean something. Last year I escaped from the house where my parents live and from my hometown - now I escape from home to stay with them in the weekends. When I was at university every week I escaped from the city to come back home - after university, I esaped from home to go to the city, 'cause I met a girl who lived there. Escaping seems to be the general law ruling my life. I've always been good at school, very good, but I've always whished to escape from duty, to be irresponsible, to have the courage of my irresponsabilty, not to care about homeworks or about any appointment taken with somebody. Now I work, but in the precise moment I sit on my desk at 9 o'clock, I whish I could escape far away from my office and I start dreaming to live in the desert with some nomadic tribe, or in the mountains ecc. Other things I wish I could escape from are stupid people, useless talking, rudeness, headaches, disappointment, violence, irreparable mistakes, rumors, noise, predjudice, commonplaces.

- Oliver