A dream that I had one night in the old house of my mother, where I was living with my sister and two cats. That dream became a drew and then a project. Pietrasanta 12. That project is the house where I was living with my partner for about six years. Before it was just a house, but now it's a Family, with a new name: Bracalente.
And everything exists together, costantly overlapping something else, becoming something else, but still remaining the same, itself, somehow.
My mother who lately I call "Francesca" and not mamma, many many times, every day, and often "Francesca Mirabile" even if she is not Mirabile and for sure more than mirabile (without the capital M), she is not but I am, I mean Mirabile, and this happens because she gave me birth. Francesca could be my boss, the person who tells me what I must do, what's better to do, what I don't have to do. At the same time my mother is not just a mother anymore since she became became grandmother… and somehow she is immediately kind of sweet, something you would like to cuddle and to kiss. She is a grandmother because of Achille and, again, Bracalente. Nevertheless she is a woman, just one, even if you can see her with many faces, those faces that together make her face.
Milano, which is my city and I remember that is my city just because of Valentina, my historical best friend, otherwise, if I have a problem, a serious one, I have just my family there, which is less and less Mirabile and more and more Bracalente. Sometimes it looks like another city and I don't know anymore if I like Milano or I keep on despising it or (even worse) I hate Milano exactly because I'm still and forever Milanese.
On the contrary, if I have a problem in Luzern, my city, the city where I have domicile and residence, even if I don't even speak properly the language of the country, even if probably I will be never really really from Luzern (but who is REALLY from Luzern, after all…) well, if I have a problem here, I have a lot of people ready to help me and this makes me feel so lucky, belonging a place, at home.
And more, always more, forever more…. all the city in which I lived in my life, all that streets, and squares, and friends and stories, depositing their dust on the city where I born, on the city where I live, on the city where I'm supposed to live, on the city where they think I'm living etc etc.
I'm a dancer.
I was a dancer?
I'm an assistant producer. Really?
I'm a secretary, a problem solving, an interpreter, someone who is temporarily substituting someone else.
I was a waiter, hair dresser, pony express, I made flyers and I've also been a scribe, a naked model, a go go boy and whatever gave me a bit of many at that time.
You know what? I'm not even Andrea often, lately. I sign letters with other names or with no name.
I'm unemployed but, hey, I'm always fucking busy.
I'm sending my CV everywhere I think it's worth. Yes, because I cannot find just another job if I wanna stay in Luzern, but I must give the best to find a job as DANCER 100%.
But you know what?
I'm an unkle. YES I'M AN UNKLE!! And this is the only moment in which I still feel that, in all this chaos of fading in and fading out from the past to the future with the present…. yes, I feel who I am, who I was and who I'm going to be, but not because I want, just because I am… and… again… this is the Bracalente power.
It's not easy lately, I don't feel it easy, even if I'm always smiling, keep on going, throwing my nephew in the sky, dancing at the supermarket, auditioning around, writing unpleasant and almost offensive things on Facebook, working, traveling, trying hard, speaking too much etc etc
Even if … I feel a bit confused.
Meno male che c'è la famiglia Bracalente!!!
Meglio che "dove c'è Barilla c'è casa" ragazzi !!!
