I'll never admit it though Italy was naked for me. Not in the sense of I saw it all with all its imperfection, no, not like this. It was... empty, I couldn't feel it, it was a beautiful picture that I was in, it wasn't baring its claws, it was ready to let me go once I finished all the sightseeing. It was a trick, a delusion. It didn't attract me with its history neither did it succeed in enchanting me with its people. It was fun, it was interesting and wholesome, but I need to return there one day with more expectations in my pocket with my heart trembling, I need all this to fall in love with you, Rome, to get affected, to have my own Roman story. For this time it was an acquaintance, it was about travelling, not having there something of my own way. We'll see what's next.