If you don’t find too boring to read this long post until the end, maybe you can have a little surprise.
I didn’t miss the last train to the new frontier of social communication.
I was there on time; I could have a maybe superficial, but revealing visit of many of its carriages, I looked at the huge crowd of enthusiastic passengers ready to start their trip, carrying their smartphones and i-Pads and other amazing devices I could not identify.
They didn’t notice me, I suppose, since instead of looking around, they seemed to be all very busy typing something on their little keyboards or barely touching their screens.
The sky was full of virtual twittering, even though I could not see any bird.
Everyone seemed to be full of friends.
There was a merry cacophony of monologues. The tickets were sold only online, the clerks had not any pen.
I asked one of them if he had one.
“ A pen? What for?”
I didn’t miss the last train to the new frontier of social communication.
I voluntarily decided to not take it.
I looked at it disappearing toward the horizon in a golden sunset and I waved goodbye, feeling maybe a little more isolated, but relieved.

My troglodytic cave where I want to keep on living serenely is , nevertheless, well equipped with all the comforts we need, definitely is a very cosy cave where a rather well balanced mixture of old-fashioned items cohabitates in a friendly way with what technology has generously produced to make many things so much easier.

I have my collection of real books (yes, they might be a pain in the neck because they take a lot of room, they have the bad habit to attract dramatically a lot of dust, they are occasionally heavy, but I have not been able to leave them for an electronic book reader device, believe me, I have tried, but it made me feel sad and I missed so much the feeling of turning concrete pages of real paper.
Be patient with me, I’m a troglodyte) and I have a lot of pens and paper notebook, even real envelopes and post stamps.
If you have had the tenacity and the kindness of reading until this point, now -at long last- we are approaching the main point.
I have in mind a little project, nothing important actually, just an idea to renew a personalized way of communicating from person to person, a little thing, but unique .
Because what makes the importance of what we do in our communication with others is not the entity of the matter, but the time we dedicate to every single exchange.
What do you receive by real “snail mail” by now? Maybe some bills?
Well, my proposal is to let something different landing to your real mailbox.
If you want to get a real little letter, rigorously handwritten and decorated in a totally personalized way, different for each person, please, help me with this project and send me your postal address.
I’ll write by real mail to all of you, sending a real little letter with something personalized, with a real stamp on a real envelope and it will take all the necessary time to arrive concretely to your hands.
I reassure you, I won’t send you any of my photos, it’s not a self-promotional enterprise ( grin) , I’ll write simply a few handwritten lines, as accurately as I can, on nice writing paper adding maybe a sketch or something, different for each of you, just a kind of personalized greeting card.
For me it would be a kind of very enjoyable exercise of discipline and consistence and then I like writing with a real pen; maybe for some of you it will be fun to get an envelope from Switzerland with a personalized note.
So all what you have to do, if the idea sounds a little appealing for you, is sending me your postal address or any postal address where my message to you can be sent.
Since , as I have written above, I believe in an interconnection of various old and new technology when they are of use for me, I hope to get your messages to my email address and then I’ll answer to your postal address directly with my real letters or cards.

You can find my personal email address in my PBase profile page.
Or you can click here to email me directly