Memory is a bitch.
When you live a moment of your life that is very important, you think you will never forget it.
The emotions that vibrate in that very moment are so intense that it is hard to believe they will disappear "as teardrops in the rain".
I realized lately that I remember what happened to me, but sometimes the episodes of my life are like grayscale snapshots of the facts. The immediate emotions associated with the facts are gone. I hope that this blog will help me store my memories somewhere, before time takes them away.

I have always dreamt of being a scientist. Today this definition sound silly to me... I am just an engineer. But "scientist" is the word I was using when I was 7 years old and  used to spend my afternoon watching Japanese cartoons on TV.
When you are young, people ask you about the profession you want to hold when you growth up. Football player, fire fighter, astronaut, singer?
My answer was always the same: "a scientist that builds robots".
When you are a kid, the only idea of robots you have is humanoid robots. Well, 25 years later, this is what I do: I build robots.
Everything comes with a price... but I will talk about that in the future.
When I was a boy, adults used to tell me that robots exist only in science fiction and that what I really wanted to be is an engineer.
Ok, I thought I will be an engineer, but I will build robots.
When I landed at the University Politecnico di Torino, the only robots around were industrial manipulators which were building cars in a production line... kind of boring, isn’t it? What was I supposed to do then?
Something was about to change in 2001.

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