03 · Not a Myth. Just Life.

Eight years in a Catholic boarding school from age five shaped him: discipline, rigor, respect, punctuality, a given word as freedom. Then came the grade meant to leave no survivors — a failing mark in Italian. Not him. He chose to rewrite everything: his story, his destiny, and the way he would tell it. From that came what many call style and class — not affectation, but a different way of being in the world.

At thirteen he discovered rugby and carried it for ten years alongside work, learning endurance and the silent strength of a team. Married for thirty-three years, father of three.

His career carried him past Italy’s borders — eighteen years in sales for Gillette Italia and its subsidiaries, then a decision to operate across sixty-five nations and five languages. He returned home for love of family, and found an unexpected profession waiting: defendant. Eighteen criminal and administrative trials, eighty-five years of detention requested in total. The courts kept repeating the same formula: acquitted — the act does not constitute a criminal offense.

Then came the hospitals. Six clinical comas, life expectancy from forty-eight hours to thirty days, a coffin beside the bed every time. He watched it. He smiled. He always left it there. One day the funeral home even sent an invoice — hearse, casket, eight pallbearers, taxes: 3,500 euros.

That was the moment his literature was born. From that life came gillettenarrative.com — a literary, musical, and cinematic project built around one brand and one legacy, with the Saga Gillette, fifty volumes registered with the United States Copyright Office, at its center. The philosophy: we don’t sell, we give access. His family prefers a gentler word for it than crazy: unbalanced. Maybe it’s true.

One thing is certain: when he stops writing, the facts will remain — and inside them, everyone will find a piece of him.