MAPS

This is not a library. It is not a blog.

It is not a publishing project designed to sell content, but a memory system built around one simple idea:

People forget faster than history disappears.

Choose any door. Start anywhere.

Nothing is for sale. The stories are free.
The relationships are real.
Your time is the most precious thing.

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All of this is what an ordinary author would say, or the person in charge of a project in a marketing office. But the true part I am writing down here for you: read it.

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I would have liked to write books, I would have liked to sell them on Amazon and get rich, I would have liked a bit of visibility in my Italy too, and to be recognized in the street, like someone famous.

Instead, no: they pissed me off, badly. Everyone wanted to be in charge, to dominate, to make money on my shoulders. And so instead I built this literary monster.

How will it end? Nobody knows, for one reason only: nobody expected it to arrive, to come from Calabria, to be born on 9 June 2026 and to finish its publications on 31 October 2026.

So what is left? Good question.

Only a man who, inside an airport, hears a Japanese manager tell him:
Frega capisci sti.

And I answer: capisciaaaaaaa

Ferdinando

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First door: Duracell / Mrs. Tanaka [PDF]