Since I joined frog design seven monthes ago, I’ve been travelling a lot. I’m very excited about that for many reasons. As we’re not talking about holidays’ trip, let’s say that it’s giving me the occasion to share uncommon moments with an entire kind of population I didn’t actually know before, the ‘professional business travellers’. People that go to the airport as you go to a supermarket. People that know the three-letters code for every single airport in the world. People that don’t watch through the window in the plane because they’ve seen that thousands of times.
Standing up in the cold, stinky bus that will drive me to an extra-small Lufthansa ‘CityLine’ plane in Malpensa, I still feel different from all these business men and executive women that wonder what a young guy like me is doing here at 7 in the morning. I’m sure they can’t even imagine that I work with people like them. It’s like being at the border of two different worlds and somehow such a pleasant feeling.

My strangest feeling was probably 3 monthes ago, I was coming back from Seoul after a really hard-working week (and a really long fun night out).

I felt asleep in the plane, waiting for take-off and suddenly woke up when we were about to leave. At this moment just before flying all over Eurasia, I really felt I had no “home”, I mean not linked to anywhere physical.

One thing I understood, feeling “home”, wherever that is, is something really pleasant sometimes.