If you close a window what opens?

Obviously the saying “closes a door opens a door” is known by everyone (here I raise my hands, because if you don’t know this there is no wikipedia or anything else that can help, not even “Houston we have a problem”.

instead of a door a window closes? what opens?

I put this picture of this window, not of a random window, but of this one. Anyone who reads me knows that I said to write every two / three days .. . and unfortunately I have not been able these days. Why? I was intent on helping with a move and making boxes.

Whose? Dello STUDIOGAIO, as we called ourselves. But let’s go in order.My move to London had been decided (even if later hospitalizations and illness complicated everything) and therefore I reluctantly left friends rather than colleagues. The things in my room were there, maybe to put in a box to rearrange the spaces, but still there. In short, I knew that I could come to the studio at any time and say hello, have a chat, have coffee as if nothing had happened.

And instead they move. And so I’ve been the last few days actually getting my stuff out of the room, and then I’ve been helping pack and box. And when I left I took the photos (including this one).

My room with the boxes and the desk in the corner, the corridor without paintings on the walls or the giant bookcase with all the codes. And then this window. It was not the window of my room, but that of the secretary, and therefore I looked out of this window anyway, I watched the river flow slowly in the summer, or in the pouring rain. I entered this firm when I returned from France, as a trainee … I became a lawyer and much more. More than ten years of my life. every day of the week … with the necessary exceptions eh … In these walls I have been single, engaged, married … sad and angry. At work even after crazy evenings. I had set up the aperitif in the studio on Friday afternoon and then sometimes lunches (for this we were gay studio) … I laughed, cried, argued. With M we have been sent to that country a lot of times, not talking for a few hours and then returning as if nothing had happened. With S, they chatted as much as they could, laughter and jokes. With P professionalism beyond the profession.

I will miss all this, I will miss those walls and that window, Those years of working while having fun. They were not colleagues but friends, brothers, sisters and fathers. I will obviously visit them in the new studio, but that window will no longer be there. Then I’m happy not to be there for the actual move, because I would have cried like a fountain.

But closing that window means a new life, new things, new developments … there is no valid word … in short, what could be put in place of the door, a large window?

In the end the doubt remains, if if a window closes, what opens?

see you soon for new updates