My third experience in the Paralympics, the second in the winter Games. This time, not alone. This time we go with the idea of ​​returning home to make something more: a book. (see section books written).

I'm not saying that I used to but I realize that I see things different from Turin. The others experienced in Vancouver in the same way that I have lived the Italian experience. I also used to think that in such cases the alarm clock at 5 am, return at 24, the arrangement of the shot until 2 am, forgetting to eat for two days, is part of the experience. You sleep in a bus transfer between the mountains and the city (about 120 km) while you eat donuts and drink coffee.

Even here the same atmosphere. Arenas filled (expecially when playing Canadian hockey team) and stands on ski racing overcrowded by school children under the snow and rain. In the field if they give a thrashing. Outside we hug and make joint press conferences. Even here, however, for the third time, I do not understand how our Italian press is not present - or rather, let him boast to transmit all live but with 10-hour time difference from the programming ends at impossible hours. And perhaps this that motivates us to make a book, hoping to give a vision, do something that remains to do something, even if only in the photographic industry, allows us to talk about the sport.