End of a journey: The Wandering Lions Editorial (Epilogue)
The end of a journey always implies the beginning of a new one. As the Bocconi campus roars back to life, full of excitement for what this new semester has in store, our summer issue The Wandering Lions comes to a close.
The end of a journey always implies the beginning of a new one. As the Bocconi campus roars back to life, full of excitement for what this new semester has in store, our summer issue The Wandering Lions comes…
Se la vita è un viaggio verso un futuro da svelare, questo non può prescriversi una meta senza prima identificare l’inizio del percorso da intraprendere; quell’inizio che descrive da dove veniamo rappresenta il preludio necessario a identificare chi siamo, e definisce la motivazione che spinge a scoprire dove andiamo.
Vivere implica scoprire e scoprirsi, all’insegna di un ignoto che sradichi la canonica visione del proprio io ed elevi la trascendenza a chiave interpretativa della esistenza di ciascuno. Il termine canonicità è affascinante in quanto ibrido di due sensazioni antitetiche e…
Each exam session brought me back. And each return felt different. For all my harsh words about Milan, I missed certain places, certain people. A drink with friends. The barista from the café near my old apartment asking why I’d vanished. Small reminders that the city wasn’t only struggle.
For the longest time, I have wanted to share my experience. And for even longer, I have debated whether or not I should. As international students moving abroad for a Master’s, an Erasmus, an internship, or a job, we…
End of a journey: The Wandering Lions Editorial (Epilogue)
The end of a journey always implies the beginning of a new one. As the Bocconi campus roars back to life, full of excitement for what this new semester has in store, our summer issue The Wandering Lions comes to a close.
The end of a journey always implies the beginning of a new one. As the Bocconi campus roars back to life, full of excitement for what this new semester has in store, our summer issue The Wandering Lions comes…
Se la vita è un viaggio verso un futuro da svelare, questo non può prescriversi una meta senza prima identificare l’inizio del percorso da intraprendere; quell’inizio che descrive da dove veniamo rappresenta il preludio necessario a identificare chi siamo, e definisce la motivazione che spinge a scoprire dove andiamo.
Vivere implica scoprire e scoprirsi, all’insegna di un ignoto che sradichi la canonica visione del proprio io ed elevi la trascendenza a chiave interpretativa della esistenza di ciascuno. Il termine canonicità è affascinante in quanto ibrido di due sensazioni antitetiche e…
Each exam session brought me back. And each return felt different. For all my harsh words about Milan, I missed certain places, certain people. A drink with friends. The barista from the café near my old apartment asking why I’d vanished. Small reminders that the city wasn’t only struggle.
For the longest time, I have wanted to share my experience. And for even longer, I have debated whether or not I should. As international students moving abroad for a Master’s, an Erasmus, an internship, or a job, we…
‘This is Chinese to me,’ we say when something feels incomprehensible. But after visiting Beijing and Shanghai, walking the Great Wall, wandering the Forbidden City, and facing both culture shocks and familiar sights, I can maybe say that China is now ‘less Chinese to me.’
The Chinese Empire. The Silk Road. Paper and compass as famous Chinese inventions. Chinese medicine. The Chinese places we like. Chinatown. The Great Wall. Chinese checkers. Made in China. China, China, China. Often in newspapers, an exotic part of…
I didn’t know what I would do or how I would do it, I just had the conviction that, whatever future I wanted to build, the answer was always Istanbul. And, I somehow convinced my parents that sending their 13-year-old kid to Istanbul alone was a good idea.
A movie that I watched recently, Crossing, reminded me of the place that Istanbul holds in my life and in the lives of many others. Crossing, as the name suggests, is a story of relocation and reinvention. At the…
Floating down the Drina: A casual perceptive on Bosnia
For some time now, I have had the pleasure of becoming intimated with a small country I never expected to find myself in; that being Bosnia and Herzegovina. A chimera state, comprising two, in most senses, different countries; the…
Budapesto, and the peculiar yet welcoming taste of Hungary
For the eagle-eyed, I can assure you the title contains no typos. The inside joke comes from a dear Apulian friend of mine. I was telling some people about Budapest, how it is divided into two parts by the…
The Wanderer’s Dilemma: Between Runaways and Roots
Not everyone grows up with roots. Some of us grow up with runways. I grew up in a family where flights were just part of life—flying for work, studying, to stay connected, and to make things happen. I remember…
Immagina di non essere dove sei ora, ma in un’altra terra, in un altro tempo. Ermes, che protegge i vagabondi, i ladri, e tutti coloro che hanno il coraggio di fare fagotto e partire, ti osserva dall’alto e ti…
In mezzo alla nebbia, qualcosa si è rischiarato. Non nei panorami, ma nei volti. Non nella cima più alta, ma nel passo stanco dell’amico che non ti lascia indietro. Abbiamo fatto la gita che tanto desideravamo. E lì, era tutto chiarissimo.
FINALMENTE SIAMO RIUSCITI A FARE LA GITA IN MONTAGNA CHE TANTO DESIDERAVAMO. UN SALUTO ALLE ALTRE PERSONE CHE PASSANDO DI QUI APPREZZARONO LA BELLEZZA DELL’AMICIZIA. Così ha scritto Tommy sul libro della casera. Nessuno avrebbe saputo dirlo meglio. Forse…
Una dolcissima umiliazione creativa, subita nel corso del Cammino Minerario di Santa Barbara. Ho scoperto come la gelosia per un estro esuberante si possa sperimentare anche nei confronti di un luogo.
Lo strano prodotto dell’estro di un’Isola: dolcissima umiliazione creativa. Il primo Antipapa della Storia muore tra le budella della terra, accanto al Papa martire che ha combattuto una vita intera. L’Atlantide dei minatori: città-formicaio attestata dagli storici imperiali e…
For the past year, I have lived in the United States as an international student, and I still find myself here, navigating the complexities of a country that, from an outsider’s perspective, appears to be perpetually at war with itself.
For the past year, I have lived in the United States as an international student, and I still find myself here, navigating the complexities of a country that, from an outsider’s perspective, appears to be perpetually at war with…
Napoli vive in me come un fiume sotterraneo, che riemerge quando meno me lo aspetto: in una canzone, una parola, nel mare. Ci ho messo anni a capirlo: non puoi mai lasciarla davvero, la tua città.
“Ma perché te ne vuoi andare al Nord se vivi nella città più bella del mondo?” “Perché è impossibile essere felici nella città più bella del mondo” Questa frase me la porto dentro come un tatuaggio invisibile, scritta con l’inchiostro di chi ha amato e odiato la stessa terra con la stessa intensità. Guardare il film Parthenope durante l’ennesimo viaggio nel treno Milano-Napoli, sospesa fra binari e pensieri, dovrebbe essere classificato come tortura: è come sfogliare ad alta voce pagine…
Nonostante tutto continuo a chiamarla casa, con la stessa ostinazione con cui si ama un posto che ti ha cresciuto e che, in qualche modo, ti amerà sempre, anche se non ti riconosce più del tutto.
Riflessioni sparse su un’appartenenza completa Ci sono posti che chiami “casa” per abitudine, altri che continui a chiamare “casa” anche se non ci vivi più, altri ancora che “casa” la diventano col tempo, nonostante non ti abbiano visto crescere….
In Brussels, running helped me process all the newness and stress of adapting. In my hometown, it felt like reconnecting: with the rhythm of my old life, with memories tied to that familiar place.
It was March 1st, and opening the door of my room in my home after five months away felt surreal. In that moment, I was instantly transported back to the end of September, when I had closed that same door…
In Vancouver, the unexpected quickly becomes the best part of your day. Plans fall apart, the weather turns, and yet somehow everything feels right. Maybe even better when you just let it happen.
If we all had a personalized paradise, mine would replay on a loop the six months I spent in Vancouver during high school. The first thing I noticed upon getting there was that every color looked more vivid, like…
I thought I packed well for Paris - cute summer dresses, vintage sunnies, jeans short, my classic chic albeit practical wardrobe. But walking through Le Marais I realized that Parisians are on a completely different level.
I thought I packed well for Paris – cute summer dresses, vintage sunnies, jeans short, my classic chic albeit practical wardrobe. But walking through Le Marais I realized that Parisians are on a completely different level. I found myself…
Tastes Like Home – The Quiet Comfort of Familiar Dishes in Unfamiliar Places
I grew up in Dhaka, Bangladesh and spent a few years in Sydney, Australia – two homes that couldn’t be more different: one loud, sticky, and full of extended family, the other breezy, structured, and sunlit, in a softer…
In the last decade, be it the natural wonders of the world, fish testicles in Japan or 5am safaris, I have seen, tasted and heard so many different cultures and languages from all over the world. However, I have…
Seduto in un piccolo bar, nel pieno centro di Buenos Aires, aspettavo che il mio compagno di viaggio scendesse dal suo appartamento, al 1220 di Calle Uruguay. Sorseggiavo pigramente una Coca Zero ghiacciata, incuriosito da uno strano rito che…
"When exams are over where are you going?" During these summer months, when the Bocconi campus empties, we look for the places that matter to us beyond Milan. Every week until September we'll bring you a new set of stories each exploring the places that make us who we are.
Like every year, as the days grow longer and hotter, the emptying halls across Bocconi start echoing with one question: “so, after exams are over, where are you going?” A mosaic of answers: some are yearning for home, others…
