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Visions, illusions, delusions: what are the remains of the day
I was born in a countryside context, with an archaic peasant culture, but my family was not made of peasants, even if it was imbued with a not always genuine provincialism. Torn between seas and mountains, from one valley to another, that of Sarrasti and that of Tramonti, over the course of my life I can say that I have experienced great transformations.
From manual cultivation/culture to mechanization, I moved from text to hypertext and computerization, I now find myself in the initial phase of digitalization, on the threshold of Artificial Intelligence. I believe that my existence has been one of the few with so many changes seen in a single lifetime.
Others have experienced them too, of course, but few have realized it. Incredible changes such as, for example, my father’s work from cannon tester to printer/typographer, that of my grandfather, a mountain postal officer who went to get the mail in a wheelchair, communicated with the tick-tock telegraph, writing the message on a thread of paper with the alphabet of signs, from myself who passed from the magic eye of the radio, while listening to the program in the English language “London Calling” on the BBC, from simple passive communication, to the Audio Active Comparative System, then followed on by Video and subsequent computerization.
