It has been said I'm a kind of strange person, even a freak. When I was in high school I was nicknamed "The Monster". That might well be, because when I went to Loch Ness, the local monster came out of the lake and took a picture of me (which you can see here on the left). We've remained good friends since then, and sometimes we exchange Emails. After all, when two monsters are together, they make up for some kind of normality, don't they?	Il profilo di Che Ti Importa | Crea il tuo badge

In another occasion I met an important Scottish clan's chieftain, no less than the history-glorious Wallace clan. Unfortunately, I kinda rubbed him the wrong way and he basically told me to get lost... though I've got to admit, the mistake was mostly mine: I had gone to the Scottish War cemetery without having breakfast, since I was afraid I'd be lete for a memorial ceremony. Since no bus went all the way there, I had to walk for a couple of kilometers. When I finally had the chance to put something in my stomach and my brain started working properly again, I realized the utterly idiot way I addressed a clan chieftain, and right afer a ceremony at that! (for which I deeply apologize). As dumb as I was back then, still I made it a very good drinking tale. How many other people can say "I met the chief of clan Wallace himself, and he told me to get lost"?

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All jokes set aside, as you can imagine, I've been all around the place, and I took notes wherever I went.
In my first travel to Ireland (2005), I even wrote a complete photoillustrated memoir (my most complete nonfiction work) but my notes on any topic (Historia, Psychology, Folklore, Politics, as wel as my second viaggio in Irish trip in 2007, which I haven't written down yet due to loosing some of the notes) are everywhere in my house.
During my trip I developed my personal view about Life, the Universe and Everything, but after many tries, because the vastity and complexity of the subject and also, I admit, because I tend to disperse, I couldn't put any coherent picture together.
This is my attempt at doing that.

As a principle I consider myself a "Celt", but I claim no allegiance to some murky political views. The real Celt is a sort of romantic rebel rather than an inflamed militant, one who would never blindly follow some screamed up slogan, but would ask anyone claiming leadership to prove him/herself with facts. A Celt may not be right all the times, but he uses to be a man of his word.
To ancient Celts indeed, it was so important to be honor-bound by one's word that written contracts were held as superfluous and even shunned (Who needs a pact to be written down is already thinking of a way to escape it).
Like the next Celt I'm kind of superstitious as well, if by superstition you mean respect for the unknown.
As a matter of fact, I just try to keep an open mind on the possible existence of fairies, while I'm kind of skeptic when it comes to politicians, lawyers, doctors and tax refunds.

Amoung thr Celts, poets and seers enjoyed much credit and prestige. In spite (or because) of a very ancient tradition, their mind always looked toward the future. Tradition indeed can't be just an acritical imitation of the past: one eye must be kept on what's to come also, or rather, to the ever changing patterns of things to be.
I've got a vision of the future of my own: I believe the correct definition for it to be cyberpunk (A cyberpunk is a rebel fighting to survive in a world where technology is an instrument of corrupt power. What's more celtic?).
Like the celt bards however, my prophetic visions come from the study of history. I'll leave to you to decide whether I was a good seer or not.