Goodnight LA/Buongiorno Italia Part 1 of 3 I like to play it cool. “Everything’s good”, that’s my to go answer. And it is true, it’s not a lie, cause ‘good’ is the opposite of ‘bad’, and where I am is definitely far from bad. But sometimes late at night, when everyone here in America is about to go sleep and in Italy they’re just waking up, just for a moment, every night, I get stuck in a strange place between these two worlds, as if I’m looking at two open doors from a hallway. I just stay there, silent, outside looking in. And then it hits me. I moved. I moved, away. I left my country, my parents, my friends, the place i was born in, the place where all my family and the one before it, and the one before it (and so on) lived their whole lives. Out of all of these people in my bloodline I was the one who moved, and started everything again in a new country. So there I am in that weird hallway, looking into those two parallel realities, two versions of what my story could have been. Staying there outside looking in, l feel a little scared and a little lonely. I ask myself if I’ve done the right choice. I ask my self what if this wasn’t supposed to be my life? What if I had a life already assigned to me and. for some reason i changed it? What it would have been like if I didn’t moved from one side to the other? I start asking myself so many of questions, and I tell myself all sorts of stories. There in that hallway I see those stories becoming doors. Each door is a possible variant of my life. And as I get closer to peak into some of them, I see so many different versions of me. I see the doors multiplying infinitely. In each of there there are glimpses universes, where just one choice, made at any point of the time line of my life, changed the whole core of the story itself. I see countless me, some are very similar to who I am now, and some others are almost completely unrecognizable. It lasts just for a moment, but it feels like traveling far away in time and space, doors after doors and then suddenly.. it stops. *To be continued in the comments section*