03YEARS OLD : I threw objects down the balcony in order to force my parents to bring me out.
My parents were almost driven out of the apartment.
They were obliged to enclose the balcony.
07YEARS OLD : I threw a pen centering the dove of peace made with all the classmates.
The teacher told me that my parents had marital problems because of me.
I felt disrespected. I don't remember the punishment.
12YEARS OLD : I threw the atlas on the face of a classmate.
He told me I was a fucking gay.
I felt disrespected. I was suspended from school. I would do it again.
15YEARS OLD : I threw the vocabulary of Latin against the teacher (but without the intention to strike her cause I'm not that crazy).
She told me I was a "son of a dog". I felt disrespected together with my father.
I was suspended from school for three days and I failed the year.
The teacher was expelled from high school for other reasons the following year.
17YEARS OLD : I threw an entire library on the ground for serious family conflicts.
I had enough of fighting between all my family.
Nobody said a word. I never heard screaming at home again.
21YEARS OLD : I "threw" my middle finger screaming "put it in your ass" to a famous performer during his show.
He was showing us his ass hole without a clear dramaturgical reason. I felt disrespected.
I was almost banned from Biennale of Venice.
Thanks to Miss Carlson I finished my season there.
22YEARS OLD: I threw 8 pizzas (yes I was able to serve 8 pizzas at the same time) on the top of a table.
Obviously I needed a help to distribute them cause I have just two arms.
A spoiled teenager told me "what the fuck are you waiting there with our pizzas?".
I felt disrespected. I got fired. I would do it again.
23 YEARS OLD : I threw my ballet shoes against my ballet teacher (I love her).
She put me in the situation to dance Don Quichotte at the State Theater of Vercelli.
She was just demanding too much from my possibilities.
I would not do it again, but I would say "I'm not going to do this".
24 YEARS OLD : I threw a cappuccino on the top of a client of the bar of the Triennale Musem of Milano.
He has been disrespectful to a colleague of mine using bad words against her.
I got fired. I would do it again.
27 YEARS OLD : I threw my t-shirt against the director of the State Dance Company where I was working.
We were rehearsing under the sun in June at 13.00. The stage was a pan.
He told me to put on my t-shirt again cause we were in front of a church.
I felt used and abused. I got fired. I would throw my underwear now instead of just the t-shirt.
And then there are other histories of dishes with meat, backpacks and mirrors, bottles and hands rubber bands and red skirts, but 'm going to stop here, 'cause once it gets closer to the present time then it gets also kind of dangerous and I don't want to disrespect anyone.
I don't think that my fiery temper is right or good, but I just want to have fun with my stupidity and to feel kind of assuaged noting that I was born this way and that, probably, I will die done this way.