Let's go back a few months, on a sunny February day. A university town, Pavia, and a princess struggling with a tough exam, one of many.
Months of study went up in smoke in ten minutes. Tears taste of anger, sadness and disappointment caressed the face as soon as I came out of the courtroom. And at that time there was only one place I wanted to run away, Africa, the same place where I hole whenever I need a break from this world and to dream.
I went downtown and walked to the library. I did not looking for anything in particular but I looked for that continent which, in some way, could make me smile again. I began to wander among the shelves and printed pages in search of something that captured my attention, then, suddenly, I saw it: "Questa notte parlami dell'Africa" and it was love.
Two women, Emma, a lawyer in Milan and Nuri, twenty-two Tanzanian with many dreams. Two different lives but just the same, distant but united by the same dream: to become master of its own destiny. A romance that fascinated me from the beginning, and traveled to that continent that makes my heart beats, that continent of contrasts and wonders, of which you can not do without once known. I read and dreamed, so...with open eyes.
A succession of emotions, shivers and sighs was accompanying words, pages and chapters, making me wish not to return from that "journey".
There are few people who can describe so well and in detail the feelings that arouse those wide open spaces filled with natural beauty, still less those who manage to make you feel the true essence of those places. I found these qualities in Alessandra Soresina. Hence the desire to meet her...
