The hope for a better life has always set people in motion. Young are those who, separated from their loved ones, set out to learn, discover, and unravel the world’s secrets, turning them into tools for life—a means to contribute to humanity’s progress, driven by the dream of a dignified future.

I think of my time in Buenos Aires, Argentina, of all the people who spoke to me, recognizing my Italian roots from my accent, piecing together old phrases, digging through their memories for words almost forgotten smiling as they awakened distant recollections, echoes of ancestors who had once emigrated, of a past that once was.

To those who leave with their gaze fixed on the horizon, bidding farewell to their homeland, I offer my deepest respect and admiration. In them, I see the courage to abandon the known and embrace the uncertain, the strength to sever deep roots in pursuit of a dream, the dream of a better life.

Those who leave become sailors of an uncharted sea, driven by the desire to build, to seek, to become. As Nietzsche wrote through his Zarathustra, “He who is lost to the world conquers his own world.”

Ode to those who leave and never look back, to those who succeed where Orpheus failed, overcome by the irresistible urge to glimpse a beloved face. To those who, like him, embark on the slow ascent back to life.

To those who go, I offer my sincerest wish: that they may find fertile lands where new seeds can take root.