But for now just let me introduce myself: I'm Antonello (Neil if you prefer), 24 years old, and my new house is the city of London, in which I will be studying for at least three more years. I came here after a six-year academic journey in an university located in the most beautiful city in the world. Which city am I talking about? The eternal city, the city where all the roads lead, "L'Urbe", the "Caput Mundi", Rome. I wasn't born in Rome, didn't live there either, i used to commute every day of those six years, sometimes even in the weekends, but it was worth the effort. Every single moment, sad or happy, spent in that city has its own meaning, its own flavour, it's a piece of me, my personality and my life. I was literally keeping the tears from coming out of my eyes on that Tuesday, 18th of September. Tears of love for a city that is impossible not to love, even with all the things that don't work down there. It was Rome, on that sunny day of September, that made me understand what true love is. Not a girl.
Rome, a piece of my heart.
