Memory is a bitch.
When you live a moment of your life that is very important, you think that you will never forget it.
The emotions that vibrate in that very moment are so intense that it is hard to believe that they will disappear "as teardrops in the rain".
I lately realized that I remember what happened to me, but sometimes the episodes of my life are grayscale snapshots of facts. The emotions associated with the facts are gone.
I hope that this blog will help me to store my memories somewhere, before time takes them away.
I have always dreamt to be a scientist. Today this definition sound silly to me... I am just an engineer. But "scientist" is the word I was using when I was 7 years old and I used to spend my afternoon watching TV and Japanese cartoons.
When you are a kid, people ask you about the profession that you want to take when you growth up. Football player, fire fighter, astronaut, singer?
My answer was: " a scientist that builds robots".
When you are a kid, the only idea of robot that you have is humanoid robots.
Well, 23 years later, this is what I do: I build robots.
Everything comes with a price... but I will talk about that in the future.
When I became a boy, adults started to tells me that robots are (were) just science fiction and that what I really wanted to be is an engineer.
Ok, I thought I will be an engineer, but I will build robots.
But when I landed at the University Politecnico of Turin, the only robots around were industrial manipulators building cars in the production line... kind of boring.
What was I supposed to do then?
Something was going to change in 2001...