from where i was born, on the hill surmounting the bay of Naples, Vesuvius is not visible and neither is the sea. But from up there one can feel their presence and how they fill the senses with thousands of liberating ideas.
A broken forearm as a result of an ambitious athletic effort drags me away from football, and then architectural studies in Palazzo Gravina, neapolitan cultural "factory" of great historical significance.
From then on, a multitude of roles and experiences: librarian, music consultant, salesman, unionist, politician and press journalist. Finally, newsreader.
20 years, the last ones, spent investigating creativity, unashamedely supporting Paul Watzlawick and Milton Erikson, legends of the school of psychoanalysis in Palo Alto, California.
In the backgroud lies the volcano, or Vesuvius, and its invisibly boiling magma, destructive at every awakening, copious energy flowing from its bowels even in this season of fictitious lethargy.
Vesuvius enhances the newly found creativity. Here they are.