For many years... Emanuela had been studying Marketing, History, Sociology, Psychology, her Relatives' limits and Virtues, and her Friends' victories and sad defeats.

She bravely faced the world of "Why people do something" with all her strength.

Directly with professional "connoisseurs" nothing had been left aside, she had analyzed all to the core, to tears, and as a Phoenix she rescued herself and flew higher.

She knew how to deal with emotions.

She knew how to understand people's emotions.

She perfectly knew how to write about emotions with an honest touch.

The same touch sometimes historians and journalists paint with, and the same that preserves many lives.

On a windy May  at the age of 30 a drop of colorful paint had fallen on Emanuela's Atlas. A thick magic drop had captured the Ocean.

She cleaned the surface and discovered underneath a Statue holding the torch of enlightenment, of freedom, of emigration, of dreams and skyscrapers.

Changed herself, put a new skin on and decided to leave. Opened her purse, the money was little but like a starving eagle she flew as fast as she could and found herself in London.

First class for a second choice. Reality gave the fatal blow on the lit torch in her heart.

The proper qualities of youth included intellectual alertness, a desire to experiment. So the second choice had been picked and exploited to the maximum capability for a greedy  achievement.