Born with a caesarean section in Florence, winter '93, I've started doing a great mess. At seven years old they told me that films were actually written by someone. I swear, 'script' became one of my favourite words. Nether grammar school nor two years spent in studying philosophy in Milan were enough to calm me down. Instead, they made me understand I had no desire of sitting still at my desk. So I bumped in the series master at the Holden School, Turin. I brainstorm jumping all over the place, shouting loud and climbing on all the furniture I manage to reach.