An intoxicating scent - Luciano, Rome

08/14/2015 - 09:00 AM

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Luciano, Open Access Telecom Italia, and the proud stories of who loves their work and who works in the team and for the team.

My grandfather Gennaro, a wise old Neapolitan, a private soldier in the Great War and therefore a hero, always repeated to me: “My boy, your life makes sense only if you leave in the hearts of the people you know, a scent… which they smell when they think of you”. When, about two years ago, I was sent to the "hospitable lands" of Abruzzo and Molise, I went there with the enthusiasm of going back on the road, into the field, to do a job which you have to "feel on your skin", a job made up of emotions, between heart and head. Two years doing the rounds with the technicians, from Vasto to Avezzano, from Isernia to Alba Adriatica, listening to their stories and telling them, simply, "I am here"… two years in which… an Assistant came into my office and said to me: “Sir, my technicians want to organise a dinner… the one who's cooking plays the stove like a piano, what music you will hear!”. Two years of late nights with the boys from WFM, to understand how to make the people on the road work better, every blessed day, with their red jacket with “Telecom Italia” on the chest, inside the chest. Two years of important results achieved, centimetre after centimetre, never turning back… with passion and energy to make our mark as a team, to feel ourselves part of something you think is great, you "want" to be great. Two years to bring the future to Pescara, the emotion of signing, at a press conference, the Convention that would make this city of d'Annunzio one of the most advanced in Italy. Then… L’Aquila, the earthquake… a disaster and an incurable wound in the hearts of all of us… making the city safe and (slowly) reconstructing it. L’Aquila can indeed tell about all the pride of being Telecom. I can't do it… and not only because I was not there that accursed 6 April 2009 at 3:32 am. Our men, to some extent heroes and, at the same time, simple men among the people. I wish to think of having myself, too, succeeded in leaving something behind, to each single companion in a story like this. To everyone I have known and worked with, there... in that land, I dedicate these lines, they who have written so many for me, indelible, in the album of my most beautiful memories. I smell a strong, intoxicating scent. That wise old man was right!

Luciano Montaldo, Rome

Nothing awakes a memory like a smell

Victor Hugo