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#65 Expect the least from others and be amazed by what you find

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As far as I can remember, I’ve always been someone who expects a lot from others—too much, actually. But with time, I realized that these expectations disregard the humanness in us—our natural tendency to make mistakes as part of growth.

Growing up in Brazil, I was raised in a very controlled environment—so controlled that my childish mistakes were met with some form of punishment almost every time. Experimenting with freedom and without fear was difficult for me. Things improved when I moved to Italy, as Europe generally feels safer, but not by much. By the age of eighteen, for example, I had never been to a club, never drank alcohol, never even tried coffee—and on weekends, I still had to be home before 22:30. I had done many other debatable things, like punching other kids in the face when I felt they had crossed the line, but I eventually blacklisted that kind of behavior, too.

Before I realized it, my parents had given me a strong ethical foundation. I had a clear sense of right and wrong—at least from my own perspective. I won’t pretend I didn’t act hypocritically at times, bending the rules I had imposed on myself for personal advantage. Consciously or unconsciously, we all do that. Still, I had my own code of conduct. (As a side note, it always surprises me how strange some things sound when you write them down.)

Over time, that educational method bore fruit. I could focus on what mattered to me without distraction, and I was respected—admired even—for my integrity.

Nowadays, the kind of upbringing my parents gave me—filled with slaps, confinement, and, at times, beatings with a belt—would be completely unacceptable, at least here in Germany, where I currently live. I’m sure I would avoid any form of conscious physical or mental coercion if I were to become a father. However, it worked. And as strange as it may sound, I’m extremely grateful to my parents for that. I believe I was a tough kid, and they did what they could with what was available to them at the time.

The catch, though, is that I came to expect the same level of (self-perceived) integrity and moral drive from others. I simply couldn’t accept mediocrity as I defined it—and that soon led me into self-isolation.

It took me a very long time to understand that we are all different, that we should accept and even embrace those differences. Putting this into practice is still a work in progress, but I can confidently say I’ve improved since I began prioritizing this mindset, researching the topic, and working on myself.

I haven’t yet reached the harmony I desire in relationships. At the moment, I find myself in a phase where I expect the least from people I meet. It’s a way of tricking my brain into opening up more easily. But I’ve been pleasantly surprised by how much quality others can bring into our lives when we set the right boundaries and shape them consciously—when we stop projecting too much of our inner patterns onto the outside world and instead learn to embrace whatever it has to offer.

Expecting less from others doesn’t mean lowering your standards—it means freeing yourself from the illusion that people should act according to your script. When you release that weight, life becomes lighter, and genuine connections have the space to surprise you.

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#64 From villains to vulnerability: comparing The Diplomat and House of Cards

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When I watched the third season of The Diplomat last weekend, by the end of it I felt disappointed—but I couldn’t quite tell why. Then, while discussing it with my girlfriend, I started comparing it to House of Cards, and things became a bit clearer.

House of Cards: a villain’s journey

In House of Cards, we follow politicians constantly walking a thin line between crime and legality, all while being pursued by relentless media investigations. Their desperate attempts to obstruct the journalists who hunt them down lead them to commit increasingly horrible crimes.

That, as simple as it sounds, is the show’s secret formula: it’s a villain’s journey, not a hero’s one. Frank and Claire Underwood create Machiavellian plans to gain ever more power and ultimately conquer the world. The media try to expose them, but the Underwoods manipulate everyone around them—using every dirty trick possible—to come out on top.

They betray both allies and opponents, many of whom crumble under the pressure of being framed and exposed. The only survivors are Frank and Claire: a psychopathic couple whose deceit and manipulation keep us glued to the screen. Despite everything, they remain loyal to each other.

And that’s what we love about the show. Beneath all the corruption and ruthlessness, there’s an unbreakable bond—an unconditional love encompassing romance, friendship, partnership, and shared ambition. It transcends everyone and everything else. They are there for each other, no matter how dark the deeds. At least in the first two seasons, if I remember well… before things start to collapse.

The Diplomat: psychological politics

In The Diplomat, by contrast, we see a bunch of reckless players acting unchecked behind the scenes, seemingly with total impunity. They have a blank check to do whatever they want, which feels far removed from reality—especially in the American political system, where influential media like The Wall Street Journal and The Washington Post usually go to great lengths to expose wrongdoing, when they manage to grasp the full picture.

Kate and Hal Wyler, the couple at the heart of the show, have gone too far without ever having a real conversation about their problems, desires, needs, or pains. We meet them on the brink of divorce, and eventually, they do separate. They compete against each other, weighed down by doubts and insecurities.

Writing this now, I realize I actually appreciate the humanity of these two. Relationships are tough—no matter how powerful, rich, or influential you are—and the show captures that realism beautifully. I also like how flawed and conflicted everyone is. Aren’t we all?

We live in an age where it’s not just about pretending for others; we often end up lying to ourselves too. As a society, we’ve become both the performers and the audience of our own self-deception.

Are you not entertained?

Kind of—but not really.

Despite all these interesting layers, The Diplomat often feels more like a mockumentary than a political drama. The plot seems unnecessarily convoluted, and the dialogue is hard to follow at times. I kept feeling like I was missing something crucial.

Another aspect that caught my attention was the absence of characters representing figures like the Secretary of State and the Secretary of Defense—at least not in a consistent way. In a geopolitical thriller where the focus is clearly on the United States, the lack of these two key roles doesn’t make much sense.

The show also struggles to establish a clear antagonist—which, by contrast, in House of Cards was represented by the media. Here, the characters are their own enemies—an idea that could open deeper philosophical debates, but for a thriller, it risks losing the viewer’s emotional anchor. Geopolitics is indeed a complex, multidimensional puzzle, but as an audience, we still need to understand the stakes.

Maybe my expectations were too high for the second and third seasons, since the first one blew me away. Or maybe times have changed, and the creators are trying to capture something more elusive: our inner and outer chaos, the unpredictability of human behavior, and the blurring lines between hero and villain in a world of shifting power dynamics.

Perhaps that’s the point—how we think we understand reality, until a moment later, we realize we have no idea what’s happening.

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#63 “Il giovane che voleva andarsene”, un romanzo – Parte I, 3

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#62 Months later, one movie still sparks deep reflections: Sirāt

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Today I met a friend with whom I love spending time. She’s a few years older than me, but we get along very well. We first met exactly two years ago through a local app called nebenan. At the time, I was desperately looking for someone to practice my German with, so I posted an announcement on the platform—and she responded. Since then, we’ve been meeting regularly, having tandem sessions almost every week.

We’ve reached a point now where we manage to talk about fairly complex topics. Our rule is simple: half an hour in English, half an hour in German. We take notes of each other’s mistakes and analyze them at the end of each round.

I don’t want to discuss our tandem strategy today, though. What I want to talk about is a topic that came up during our session and has stayed with me since I left the café where we met.

We spoke about a movie we both watched—Sirāt. I had actually seen it first, and it impacted me so deeply that I recommended it to everyone I know who appreciates my suggestions. The thing about this movie is that I don’t think everyone will understand or appreciate it. It’s very distant from the world most of us live in or are accustomed to. However, if you’ve ever experienced pure freedom, profound bonding, or deep experimentation in any area of life, I think the movie might speak to you in very personal and powerful ways—even if not in the same way it spoke to me.

If you’re planning to watch it, I’d suggest going in without reading anything about it. But if you want to know the premise, highlight the next paragraph with your mouse:

I’m not going to review the movie in this post—perhaps I’ll write another one about it later.

What emerged from our discussion of Sirāt was a memory of a past relationship I once had with someone who pushed me to limits I didn’t know I could reach. With her, I experienced things I never thought I would. But things didn’t last—she was too intense, too unpredictable. And as much as I tried to make it work, at some point I felt compelled to break up with her. I did, though I believe she was unconsciously—or consciously—pushing me to do it. But that’s not the point here.

What matters is the awareness that surfaced from that reflection. I’ve always dreaded breakups. I don’t think anyone sane enjoys them. It breaks my heart to break someone else’s heart, and the feeling of loneliness and emptiness often drives me into another relationship too quickly—which isn’t the healthiest response. Still, I’ve been lucky to share meaningful connections with special souls, aside from a few situations where I regretted starting something serious too soon with clear mismatches.

What I’ve learned through one relationship after another is that I shouldn’t overthink things too much. Of course, it’s important to learn from each experience and take time to heal emotionally and mentally. But there’s no rulebook for life. Things happen, and we have to go with them—trusting both the process and ourselves. For me, that’s still hard, mostly because of my constant need for balance and peace—things I’m still learning how to compromise on.

Aperitivo di fine pomeriggio in enoteca

#61 “Il giovane che voleva andarsene”, un romanzo – Parte I, 2

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#60 “Il giovane che voleva andarsene”, un romanzo – Parte I, 1

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