30 May 2026 – Saturday
30 May 2026 – Saturday

The Wandering Lions

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…

Da dove veniamo, chi siamo, dove andiamo

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…

Dear Milan (It’s Not You, It’s Me)

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…

Da dove veniamo, chi siamo, dove andiamo

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…

Dear Milan (It’s Not You, It’s Me)

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…

From Western maps to Chinese streets 

‘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…

It takes a crossing to call Istanbul home

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…