My craziest, elegant, incredible Aunt Gio. The one who loves bracelets, facials and green cutlery. She travelled the world, literally, and still does. I couldn’t think of a place she’s never been to.
A funny, ironic woman who reads the news both on her morning newspaper and on her iPad. The one who started taking gym classes at 70, computer classes at 72, the one who WhatsApps me every week, and who takes back from her travels the weirdest souvenirs one could imagine.
The one who, when there’s a new movie’s release, she’s already seen it twice. The one who, one school morning, came to my class, picked me up and told my teacher that she really needed me that day.
I was 11, she brought me to the most famous theatre in Turin, and showed me two tickets for the Italian premiere of ‘Harry Potter and the Philosoper’s Stone’. “I wanted you to watch it before anybody else” she whispered in my ear, hanging around my twist the quidditch bracelet that I still keep with me, and I cried, because that seemed to me, obsessed potter fan, the most beautiful day of my life.
The one who would always believe in me, who would always say “that’s fantastic Giulia”, the one who does not give a shit about what the rest of the world thinks of her, but is ready to give everything to those who are in need.
My half-blood aunt, my grandma’s sister only by father, my inspiration and example, captured in this picture with me in a perfect, ever-lasting memory.