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I do remember well the journey towards Operazione Colomba’s Home when I first arrived in Albania. Few hours before I was greeting my parents at the airport, and soon after I found myself along roads never seen, trying to fill my eyes with the hundreds of images I could see from the car window. I felt like a baby child looking at the sea for the first time: scared and fascinated at the same time.
During this period, several times I have seen myself in faces different than mine. In one of these days in Albania, we were escorting E., a 23 year-old man out of prison just few days before, to visit his brother who – unlike E. – was still in prison. We were driving on a road that I had come to know well, because it’s the same road of my first day as well as of many other occasions. Nevertheless, I was feeling very excited that day with E., a boy younger than me, with his nose stuck to the car window, busy in filling his eyes and his heart with those images he couldn’t have seen for a long time. I thought of the many things done in the last six years and then I said myself “Now delete everything”.