In 2011 I left for London to attend my 'university', pursuing the study of Judaism which was finally beginning - and never stopped - to help me create my roots. In fact I believe that moral education - at least for me - is not simply learning how to make our own choices. It is becoming part of a community, with a particular tradition, history and lifestyle.
Though yes, growing intellectually and spiritually at West London Synagogue - and in many other synagogues and houses of studies, in parallel and afterwards - was decisive for me to learn how to make my own choices. The path to being confident that I can do what I believe in (as long as it's legal) is still a long one, but ... the important thing is the journey, right?
My first big step in 'returning', to living according to my predispositions and best possible skills, was a decade earlier, when, through a tremendous leap forward and then a painful fall, I came to rediscover my vocational work, the art of massage. When I left Milan for London I already had a lot of experience in the field and the idea was to take a sabbatical of a couple of years.
So I stored away all my massage equipment, including these briefs made of non-woven fabric with soft and comfortable side elastic bands.
Along the way my plan took a detour, and four years ago I returned to Modena, where I was born and lived as a teenager. It was very difficult to fit in with my work: I experienced a considerable difference compared to what I was used to in Milan, that is in the 'vision' of massage, in its personal and social function and above all in the male approach to it.
A few months ago I started making fabric face masks, in the silence of a bewildered city: I knew that there would be a shortage of those for sale, and that once the heat came, the synthetic material would not be pleasant. Soon, however, I ran out of the elastic that I use to create accessories and clothing, my passion. The suppliers were all closed and so it occurred to me to cut them out of the famous men's briefs! 
These rubber bands proved to be absolutely perfect for the masks, better than all the others I used. They are delicate behind the ear and have given me the chance to put a small, but significant, piece of my past failure back into circle of life.
Now, speaking of masks and life, I would like to make an appeal:
This pandemic has been, is and will be a painful experience, already the tragic end of the lives of so many people.
We now know that the use of the mask is very important for social health (just to quote a source https://www.forbes.com/sites/alicegwalton/2020/06/13/face-masks-may-be-the-key-determinant-of-the-covid-19-curve-study-suggests/?fbclid=IwAR0Ay6eZIfRpKCtAQOsBfuDRYarW05vnfeju5LMgyIeDPzU4wzlC3id_FeM#204482cf6497 ).
We were astonished to see how Nature, even when already seriously damaged by our lifestyle, such as the water of the Po River in Italy, has immediately shown visible signs of better health following the interruption in January/February of the causes of pollution.
Please, listen: we must grasp - in the midst of so many feelings, evidence, statistical data, either good or bad - the lessons to be taken away from this period of insecurity, difficulty, illness but also hope and the possibility of re-evaluating our old habits.
One of them is that, since the mask is and will be our new accessory, we could really avoid using disposable ones.
Let's make ourselves or buy those made of good materials, which conveys a good energy on our skin; that we can wash - and teach somebody how to wash - in a flash in the evening and find them dry in the morning, fresh and clean; our mask is unique and personal and something to take care of and love, like us.