Archer

I love yoga. It is such a wonderful way of losing stress. One should feel totally in peace with nature. That's why I practice all those things: tai chi, yoga, pilates. It helps me relax and find inner balance.

Nonetheless... my favorite sport? I'd have to say archery. I'm very good at it. It is such an elegant and formidable skill. I always admired their form, their control, the concentration necessary to hit the target. I fell in love with it from a very small age. I basically begged to be taught and never regretted having learnt it. Still, I only practice it when I want silence. I am good at it; I'm precision.

I have a no-kill policy. I'm a protector of life, and pride myself in the notion.

But I don't practice archery all that often. Not unless I'm incredibly stressed; not unless I must let everything go along with my arrow.

That is why this morning I set out to hunt with the bow and arrow. It is merely an exercise. The arrows aren't harmful to the creatures, they just mark them with small dots of pain.

I shoot the targets set in the assigned path and then decided to walk a little far away from that path. I found a fox. Strecthing my bow I placed the arrow perpedicular to my shoulder and aimed towards it. I was all powerful in that moment. I would hit. I could severe him fatally, capture him, or simply let him be. If I wanted the fox, it was all about depriving him of his freedom. I lowered the arrow... if my having him meant forcing my will, I rather let him run free.

And that is true.

And that is why I decided to return to Italy. There are many things I need to do.