It's as if the Italians have managed, at some point in their long history, to create a different relationship with time. The Aperitivo every evening, the time for a last not-so-quick chat with a friend after having already said goodbye - in Italy time either elapses differently, or there is a different, liberating, social conception of it. It is as if there, in Italy, time is not a menace and isn't undermining one's confidence in its own existence. If I could wish one thing for my country, one thing that might ease a little bit its neuroticism and its unbearable stress levels, and could help it look around, at those living besides us, it would be that. A little bit of that Italian concept of time, of confidence in existence, of space to take a deep breath and look around yourself.