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Vitti at the Olympics Milano Cortina 2026:
“We’re not just badges… We’re people.”
The article is long, but you can skip straight to the conclusion!
29 January 2026: 1st shift!
Today we start! 😀 What a thrill! At home I get dressed way ahead of time… I have to show up in Assago at the Milano Fleet Depot for the first time! My shift starts at 4:30 pm. I’m going by car, because I’m a bit anxious 😧, excited 😝, emotional 🥳 and I don’t really know where I’m supposed to go…
Everything is new, everything to learn… they say to go there by public transport, especially the Metro, but I’m afraid I won’t find the place… and then I want to understand: my shifts start early in the morning, at 6:30! And sometimes they end late, at 1:30 at night!
Who knows if at that hour there will be any transport! Anyway, long story short: I leave early, basically right after eating…🍽 a bit after 2… I get lost a bit as usual… and I manage to get to Assago, I drive around near the Forum, I think my place is somewhere close by, maybe? I try to enter the Forum car parks… hmm, it doesn’t feel like the right place to leave the car. 
I turn back, enter another parking lot, a guy asks me where I’m going and whether I’m allowed to park there! How should I know? boh… I show him my Milano Cortina 2026 Volunteer badge, driver role. He says it’s fine: I can go in, but he doesn’t give me any information about where I should actually go. So I park near the tunnel to reach the Forum and I head that way.
I find nothing—just a bunch of people, some in volunteer uniforms, pretty busy, going in every direction. I’m a bit embarrassed, then I ask people standing still under a tent… it’s not them!
Ugh… looks like I went the wrong way! The Depot and driver management are on the other side of the tunnel! I retrace my steps, get back in my car and park it randomly a bit further on in a fairly empty lot… with lots of fleet cars… and I start walking with the Forum behind me…
I see other volunteers—good! I see a guy getting into a car, I ask him if he knows where the Milan Fleet Depot is, and he tells me he’s a Depot manager! Fantastic! Who better than him to know where my place is, my car, my role, and give me all the information…
I arrive where the offices are. Outside there’s a line of about ten portable toilets, like at construction sites—not gorgeous, but hey, it’s a temporary setup… so it’s good they’re there! 😎
I find it odd that on two non-adjacent toilets there’s a paper sign saying that one is reserved for women… could the male/female ratio really be that unbalanced? Boh…
Finally I go in! Lots of people… there are barriers to form the volunteer check-in queue, all in volunteer uniforms…
Good: I found my place—this will be my base for the whole period I’ll be volunteering! Three girls take my details… first day, you have to register everything, but there are no issues, not even with the double surname!
Then I go forward, another desk: here they assign me the car. Who knows what they’ll give me… and will it be the same every day? Boh… we’ll see… everything to discover!
I receive an email saying I can go pick up lunch… in a kind of canteen under the tent… it feels like the village fair…
But it’s 4 in the afternoon… even I don’t feel like having lunch at that hour… how am I supposed to make it to 1 at night after that! So I pick up the lunch bag 🥡 and I hide out in the relax area… and I write a bit of code for VittRosViaggi… I really am a nerd!
I go to see the car… first I have to find it… I bet it’s going to be a Panda… ugh…
There it is… wow, but what is this? It’s made of Lego! No, seriously—this texture instead of a grille… it really looks like it’s calling back Lego bricks! 
And that sign on the windshield and the writing? Boh… they stuck them on after inspection, fresh out of the factory, and nobody thought to remove them… but I’ll remove them!
Hmm, better take a photo and go ask—I noticed they all have them…!
The check-in guys and the volunteers, as soon as they hear I want to remove them, are horrified! They’re the codes that authorize the car, identify it as an organization vehicle, and allow it to circulate in central Milan! In fact other volunteers who had worked the previous days literally told me: “We spent all day putting those authorization signs on the cars and you want to remove them! You want to throw away all our work!” Umm 😏 lucky for once I waited a moment before acting…!
Anyway, I’m standing there not sure what to do, a bit bored, and I get an assignment… actually the supervisor messages me to ask if I’ve seen it… My goodness! And how would I have seen or heard anything! Boh, I check the Olympics driver app and it says I have to go to Milan, Piazza della Repubblica, to the “Olympic Family Hotel”! Great, I rush over… In that square lived a dear friend of mine from university days. It feels nice to be back there!
I arrive, and I don’t get it: the app says I’m there, but where is this Olympic Family Hotel? I expected a hotel canopy with the brand name on it—nothing… and nobody asking for anything… just a couple of Carabinieri cars under a hotel—nice, sure—and on top of that it’s across Via Panfilo Castaldi from Carla’s place… boh… better leave before someone says something to me!
I drive around the block, pass in front of my high school… what memories! …and I come back to Piazza della Repubblica… this time there’s an Ulysse and a volunteer… and the Olympic Family Hotel is exactly that one! Near Carla’s house! What a nasty little joke—why not put the real hotel name? Boh… Anyway my task is to wait… for someone to come out and want to be driven somewhere… from a bit after 7 pm until 11:30 pm waiting in the cold, but the uniform protects… and my Avanti (my cigars) keep me company. Then I chatted quite a bit with an eighteen-year-old—what an age!—he’s a contractor for the Olympics keeping the parking free for us… and then with the person in charge of that area, a Filipino guy; we talked about chicharon and balut (Filipino street food)… who knows how you spell them!
And it’s not true that I was bored: I met so many people, all enthusiastic… that’s the best part!
And that enthusiasm stayed with me for at least another 3 days, at home!
😀 😂 🙂 🥳 🤪 🤠 🤗 😎
05 February 2026: 2nd shift!
Second day! More emotions… but now I already know how it works. Registration, then car assignment, wandering around the parking lot in the dark looking for my tool of the trade…
Around 6:30 we go back to check-in and the room is packed! Oh well… patience—queue up and chat…
When it’s my turn, they give me the transparent pouch with the car keys, the service phone, the fuel credit card, and then off into the yard to look for the vehicle…
Hmm… I wonder if it’s this one! There will be a queue to get it! Who wouldn’t like it! I find my vehicle: it’s a nice Ulysse minivan, mouse-grey… not bad!
My assignment arrives: OVM… boh, what does that even mean??? anyway I leave… Milan is beautiful and ready for this event… I’d never reached the city before at that time; even the buildings have dressed up for the party!
When I’m in the area, I can’t follow the route the navigator would suggest! There are barriers and traffic flows only in the opposite direction from where I need to go! I do a couple of loops and then I manage to reach my parking from the other side, the OVM parking! And I discover the acronym means Olympic Village Milan! How embarrassing—I didn’t know… or maybe I didn’t remember… they probably explained all the acronyms in training… maybe I got distracted!
There are tons of people, and also police, municipal police, and important-looking people in civilian clothes, with the organization badge…
I park temporarily in a spot I think is for me; there are TX signs, and temporary no-parking signs with the municipal ordinance printed on them to justify the restriction… anyway to be safe I get out and ask the police officers; they don’t know, they say it’s chaos because today the President of the Republic is coming, and they advise me to ask the municipal police. When I get to them, one of the “important” people in civilian clothes attacks me as soon as I start speaking: he tells me I can’t stay there, and that if I don’t leave he’ll have the minivan towed by the municipal police, because there are city signs that “clearly say you can’t park for the entire Olympic period”! But I’m part of the Olympics! He must be some manager with a protagonism problem who can’t recognize the volunteer uniform!
Anyway I move away, deflated; I’m even afraid of being arrested, and I start talking with others—a volunteer like me, but right now he’s there as a security guard, in charge of some depot nearby. He tells me no, my spot is exactly there, and now he’ll take me and make himself heard… I’m a bit scared and I’d like to let it go, then a message arrives from my supervisor saying my parking is correct and it’s right there… so I park better and I go socialize, to take part in the party!
I get photographed with the police officers—by now we’re friends!
Important people arriving! Who knows who they are! And with Maseratis!
And who knows who the Maserati driver is…!
I think it’s Mayor Beppe Sala!
The one on the left is my friend Andrew, a collector of
pins from various Olympics
Under Olympic Village Milan!
The presidential convoy!
And then when I clock off, I get photographed with the car I would have wanted to drive today! Sorry, Ulysse, my lovely mouse-grey!
05 February 2026: 3rd shift!
Start of the 2nd shift at 6:30 AM! Second morning in a row waking up before dawn! Ugh—and on top of that it’s raining! I leave home at 5:50 without an umbrella! I think… you’ve never seen a volunteer with an umbrella… kind of like the Alpini! We’re not water‑soluble! I arrive at parking P7, it should be ours, about a hundred spaces reserved for volunteers with the 6:30 shift, and surprise! The guard at the barrier sends everyone back! Even volunteers on duty… a last‑minute circular bans P7 on Feb 6, 10, 16! Oh well… patience… he tells us to go to the Metro parking… where??? I loop around a bit and I realize it’s basically at the Forum entrance. Ok, I get there and pay 2 euros—damn! And it’s raining even harder and I had detached the hood from my windbreaker! I decide to send the “not water‑soluble” thing to hell and grab the umbrella that’s always in the car… and now? how do I get to the depot? boh… more or less… I go up the overpass, cross the big road, and I have the “smart idea” of going down across the huge grassy field into parking P7… ahhh! the grass is soaked, and above all slippery as hell! Other volunteers who, like me, left their cars at the Metro comment, laughing a bit: today’s not the day to take weird routes… meanwhile in P7 there are a few cars… I remember I’m an Alpino, a lieutenant… what’s 800 meters in the rain for someone who did 6 months of Alpine Military School (SMALP) in Aosta!
I reach the depot and I try to check in—doesn’t work… but by now I know the “chicken” and I tell the volunteer: I know, it’s a problem, it doesn’t read the QR code… same as the other days… but that tech volunteer—always the same guy—knows how to fix it… pass him the ball!
By now I’m an expert—or I think I am! So I take a photo of the bulletin board with the messages: we can use the dedicated lane of trolleybus 90/91, great, WOW! 😄🤠 and then there are photos of the TX parking areas, the ones where we have to wait for assignments… so I can recognize them!
I go pick up the car, another Panda! Ugh… will they ever give me the Maserati???? 🤣😂 My “parking” is still the Milan Family Hotel, Piazza della Repubblica… hahaha! I know you—I feel at home—today will be a nice day: a bit of chatting with the supervisor Justin and a lot of chatting overall! But…! the parking is full and Justin says to wait for an hour or so at the ATM parking on Via Vittor Pisani! Great, but where is it? Boh, nearby… the navigator takes me… I go in… some guys are happy to see me! They park me and then tell me the price! Of course they were happy! When did they ever expect to make money off volunteers…! I leave, find the right parking, on the 3rd underground level… my goodness… do I have to stay here for an hour? no way! I go outside and have breakfast, a fantastic bar—I liked it a lot: a foreign waitress, dark‑skinned but with straight hair, so not African, too dark to be Indian… who knows. Usually I always strike up a chat, and today I don’t! Boh… and also the owner (?) was nice… he let me stay smoking at the outdoor tables for my hour of waiting…
Federica Pellegrini! When I tell Elena! And the ambassador of Monaco to the United Nations!
I didn’t recognize Pellegrini, so I chatted friendly for a bit and then I asked: But you… who are you??? And she: Federica Pellegrini!!! 😱 but you’re a legend… I read your book… if I’d known I would have brought it so you could sign it…
Damn! What a blunder! Luckily I told her I had her book…!
The torchbearers!!!
Justin arrives and interrupts my pleasantries with the ambassador… I thought I was a diplomat too…!
Right—now I have to take two Spanish ladies to the Ice Skating Arena… at the Forum, near the depot… when I get there I do three loops around the various roundabouts because I can’t find the right entrance, then I find it… weird: there’s a hotel, but also a huge parking lot with a big grassy field…
Since it’s about 11:30 and I still haven’t received a new assignment, I think I’ll stop by the depot to pick up the lunch bag… Under the tent they tell me you need the email with the lunch code; I’m ready—yesterday it was the same, and a check‑in volunteer had accompanied me, so… I go back to the check‑in room and they tell me: you need the email, the email will arrive, you have to come at the end of your shift… uh… my shift ends at 3:30 pm, starting at 6:30 am… I’m entitled to a lunch hour break… so I want my lunch bag! Unfortunately I get so worked up that one of them decides to accompany me and get me the bag… and unfortunately I had already sent a slightly over‑the‑top message to my contact person! What a kind person… he came out into the yard to smooth things over, and he suggested I eat right there under the tent… but I prefer to go back to the parking lot where I was earlier, sitting in the car with the door open and the big grassy field in front of me! Because in the meantime the day has transformed: there’s fantastic sunshine and it’s beautiful to be outdoors! Who wants to stay under a tent???? And before I go I stop by check‑in to apologize… what a shame!
I go back to Piazza della Repubblica to my friends and I do a little dance with my friend Sarah, from Guatemala:
I’ve had the return assignment for a while but I’m still chatting, then around 2 pm I go back to the depot, passing by the Olympic Torch route! What a crowd! Fantastic… and I imagine they’re there for me; I feel like leaning out the window and blessing them! 😇🤣 Luckily I hold back…
February 11, 2026: 4th shift
February 13, 2026: 5th shift
February 15, 2026: 6th shift, role change: DRIVER → TRANSPORT!
Today’s a calm shift and it starts at 10:00. I leave very relaxed, take the dogs for a walk, and I get here super early at 9:30! Then I discover my shift actually starts at 10:30 — I have to wait until at least 10. I stop outside for a smoke and, when I go back in, I ask about something Federica told me the day before that left me a bit puzzled: there’s a rumor that I should move to Transport! 
But what is “Transport”??? I ask at check-in what this rumor is about.
Nobody knows anything 😵💫 I ask around: Transport is the volunteer who stays here in the car yard and helps Drivers find their car and set it up. Being a Driver is nice because I like driving, but overall it’s very solitary — you wait a lot in the cold doing nothing!!
Well, let’s try. I ask to move to Transport! Here, we’re deciding the switch:
It doesn’t seem bad… we work all together, as a team, and finally I’ll have colleagues to talk to, smile with, and say silly things with!
I go out for my first job as Transport: prepare two cars that just entered the fleet (the Milano Cortina 2026 car fleet) so they can go on the road — basically put the ID tags on the windshield. And to think that on my first day as a Driver I wanted to remove them, because I thought they blocked the view! ☺️
And anyway… what a satisfaction when you help a Driver and they admit you did a good job!
And the yard empties quickly! We sent out almost all the Junior (Alfa Romeo) electric cars…
A couple of the new colleagues… Matteo and Cristina
Lunch — finally at a table
And this is my group, with the Boss in the middle!
But with this change I burned all the shifts I had as a Driver for the Paralympics! Uffa… we’ll try to get them back!
February 16, 2026: Shift 7 – Parking Lot K
Today I brought my folding chair from home 
and sat in the middle of the parking lot, smoking an Avanti cigar and writing my diary for VittRos Sera!
“The wind blows between the charging posts and I wait for someone to tell me what ‘transport’ really means.
At Parking Lot K
The sky is not Californian.
It’s gray, low, as if someone forgot to turn on the sun.
I’m sitting on a folding chair between an electric charging column and a red car.
I wait for someone to explain what transport really is…
Meanwhile, I write…
If I had a flask, this would be American literature.
Instead it’s just a transport shift. Parking Lot K.”
— The 2026 Volunteer Hemingway!
Then I go back to being Vitti, and I take an “Ulisse” van to the car wash; despite Google Maps — or maybe because of it — I end up at a farmhouse in the countryside! Fra from the staff helps me out and I find the car wash, but I don’t have the payment key fob! Uffa… Another volunteer will come after me and pay double!
I return to my chair to play Charon — ferrying volunteers toward their car, helping them with the charging cable, and wishing them a good shift!
February 18, 2026: 8th shift
February 20, 2026: 9th shift – last shift
Today is the last shift!
Uffa… I hoped my volunteer adventure would last a bit longer.
Even when it felt like begging for a final group photo… Even when my first manager in the Transport role ended the shift without goodbyes, without photos, without a closing moment. Maybe for some it’s just work. For me, it isn’t.
The job of Charon, though, I like: ferrying Drivers back and forth, arranging cars, bringing order to chaos. Drivers give you satisfaction. And I bring home a few nice photos with the check-in colleagues.
Today we put the cars back in order according to the map. One Driver, at handover, didn’t want to move his car: he had found it there, and there he wanted to leave it — even when we explained why, even when Ismail told him. A small, pointless tug-of-war.
And while I watched him, I remembered that a few days earlier, leaving the Forum during skaters’ training, I had done more or less the same thing. What a shame. Maybe we should all do a shift “on the other side” before lighting the fires of anger.
Then the photos.
The “Parking Guys – Charon”: Terry, Giovanni, Matteo, me, and Boss Ismail from Paris. How good we look.
A photo in the check-in room.
And finally the last one, gathering whoever I managed to find.
Thoughts:
It was fun and exciting: first as a Driver, then as a parking coordinator.
Maybe the peak moment has passed, and in the last days there was less to do. Sometimes I almost felt like I was asking for a task, just to stay in the game.
Then they closed the shifts with a phone call: “so you won’t get bored.”
At least they called me.
Elena found out by showing up in uniform: she was no longer scheduled. She should have checked the website. No notification. No warning.
It’s not the lost shift.
It’s feeling a bit invisible.
In an event this big, maybe it’s inevitable to become a cell in a spreadsheet. But behind every cell there’s someone who gave time, energy, enthusiasm.
A volunteer doesn’t ask for money.
Doesn’t ask for privileges.
Only asks to feel part of something.
When even a group photo becomes complicated, it stings a little.
And yet…
We are not just badges.
The faithful companions
Terry, Giovanni, Matteo, Emma, Tarik, Ismail.
The “Avanti” cigar.
The flask of grappa.
The work on VittRos Sera.
The unstoppable imagination.
To close, I wrote a song in “Born to Run” style, for me and for everyone: the game is not over… it only changes.
“And tomorrow we start again somewhere else — go Vitti!”
(Confession: I got some help from AI 😉)
🎹🎸 SUNO PROMPT – Versione “Born To Run”
Style:
Heartland rock, 1970s arena rock energy, Bruce Springsteen “Born to Run” inspired. Big drums, driving piano, electric guitar with reverb, strong bassline, uplifting final chorus, subtle harmonica in intro/outro.
Mood:
Melancholic but hopeful. End of a chapter, not the end of the story. Winter light turning into sunset glow. Emotional but resilient.
Tempo:
Mid-up tempo (104–112 BPM), driving rhythm, growing intensity toward final chorus.
Vocal style:
Raspy American male voice, passionate and slightly dramatic. Italian lines pronounced with warm American accent, heartfelt but imperfect.
Atmosphere:
Empty parking lot at dusk, wind, yellow lights turning on, sense of movement forward.
🎶 Title: Last Shift at Parcheggio K
Woke up early with the dogs again
Bed half-made, but that’s alright
Seneca running like the world ain’t ending
Like the road still needs a ride.
Sono al Parco con i cani,
il letto è mezzo fatto ma va bene così,
il vento passa tra le colonnine,
e io mi sento ancora qui.
They said, “We’re done, no more turns to take”
Too many hands, too many wheels
But I was standing there with the engine warm
And something real.
Mi hanno detto “non c’è più turno”
ma io ero pronto a partire,
Caronte senza fiume adesso
non ha smesso di sentire.
🎶 Big Chorus (Born To Run style)
Hey!
The parking lot goes quiet
but the engine in my chest still runs
You can cancel all my shifts
but you can’t cancel who I’ve become.
Hey!
If the river runs dry tonight
I’ll find another shore
Caronte doesn’t disappear
He just drives a little more.
I lit a cigar in the morning wind
Grappa burning in my chest
Writing stories between white lines
Trying to give my best.
Ma io non sono solo un badge
non sono un numero in più
sono quello che ti accompagna
quando non sai dove vai tu.
🎶 Final Chorus – bigger, brighter
Hey!
The parking lot is silent
but I hear tomorrow calling me
Yellow lights come shining on
like a small eternity.
Hey!
Ultimo turno o no
I’m still ready to drive
Caronte cambia fiume
but the man inside survives.
Si sa solo che il suo nome è Vtig!!!!!
Vtig con la sua WRX STI personale, e poi ancora Vtig e il suo nuovo amico!
🎶 Sezione “Testi delle canzoni”
Se vuoi, puoi portartela via.
🎤 LYRICS
Spoken Intro (low voice):
No California sun today.
Just wind between the cars…
and something burning in the chest.
Verse 1:
I’m sitting on a folding chair,
on concrete, steel, and winter air.
No golden coast, no palm-tree light,
just a badge and a restless night.
I don’t need a bottle in my coat,
I’ve got a promise in my throat.
When the city calls, I answer strong—
we keep the moving world moving on.
Pre-Chorus:
And when you ask me where we go,
I point ahead and I say “let’s roll.”
One more ride, one more mile—
we’ll get there, friend… just smile.
Chorus:
Hemingway and Charon,
at parking lot K—
ferrying dreams and volunteers
along the Olympic way.
No ocean breeze, no whiskey flame,
but the fire still feels the same.
Volunteer heart on fire and free—
Milano-Cortina 2026!
Verse 2:
Some wave you through, some guide the lines,
some bring you coffee, kill the time.
Different faces, same heartbeat,
same cold hands, same warm street.
We’re not headlines, we’re not gold,
but we’re the story getting told.
From early dark to morning light,
we carry people into night.
Bridge (build):
Hear the engines, hear the crowd,
hear the quiet under loud.
If you lose your way, take my hand—
we’re building hope across this land.
Final Chorus (bigger, with “hey!”):
Hemingway and Charon— (hey!)
at parking lot K— (whoa!)
ferrying dreams and volunteers
along the Olympic way!
No ocean breeze, no whiskey flame,
but the fire still feels the same.
Volunteer heart on fire and free—
Milano-Cortina 2026!
Outro (chant):
Two-zero-two-six! (hey!)
Two-zero-two-six! (whoa!)
STRUCTURE:
Intro (spoken) → Verse 1 → Pre-Chorus → Chorus → Verse 2 → Chorus → Bridge (build) → Final Chorus (bigger) → Outro shout.
🎤 LYRICS
Verse 1:
I was sitting on a folding chair
where the cold wind likes to stay,
no California sunlight there,
just a stubborn kind of day.
I had a badge upon my chest
like a page I couldn’t hide,
no bottle, just a beating heart
and a road with people inside.
Chorus:
Hemingway and Charon
in parking lot K,
carrying tired souls across
at the break of day.
No ocean, no whiskey,
no bright Hollywood scene—
just volunteers and winter air
and the flame in between.
Verse 2:
Some folks are lost, some folks are late,
some laugh to shake the fear,
and every ride’s a little bridge
that pulls the Games in near.
They talk about the medals
and the cameras in the snow,
but I’m watching quiet courage
in the way the strangers go.
Chorus (repeat)
Harmonica break (instrumental, 8–12 bars)
Verse 3:
If the world is just a parking lot
and the sky is turning grey,
I’ll still be here with open hands
to guide you on your way.
And when the lights are fading out
and the city turns to sleep,
I’ll write it down in simple words—
the promises we keep.
Final Chorus:
Hemingway and Charon
in parking lot K,
carrying dreams and volunteers
along the Olympic way.
STRUCTURE:
Verse 1 → Chorus → Verse 2 → Chorus → Harmonica break → Verse 3 → Final Chorus.
🎤 LYRICS
Intro (spoken, deep emotional voice)
There is no California sun here.
Only wind between the charging stations.
But the spirit… the spirit is on fire.
Verse 1 (Italian)
Sono seduto su una sedia pieghevole
tra asfalto e cielo grigio.
Non c’è il sole della California,
ma c’è un fuoco che non è finto.
Ho un badge che vale un romanzo,
un turno scritto sul cuore.
Non porto whisky nella tasca,
porto spirito olimpico e onore.
Chorus (Italian – powerful)
Hemingway e Caronte
nel parcheggio K!
Traghetto sogni e volontari
da qui fino a là!
Non c’è mare, non c’è whiskey,
ma c’è fiamma dentro me.
Volontario fino al cuore,
Milano-Cortina 2026!
Verse 2 (English)
I’m sitting on a folding chair
between cold asphalt and grey sky air.
No California sun above,
but something burning — Olympic love.
A badge that feels like a book to write,
a shift that carries quiet light.
No bottle hidden in my coat,
just spirit rising in my throat.
Chorus (English – big stadium energy)
Hemingway and Charon
at parking lot K!
Ferrying dreams and volunteers
along the Olympic way!
No ocean breeze, no whiskey flame,
but something stronger just the same.
Volunteer heart on fire and free,
Milano-Cortina 2026!
Final Chorus (Mixed, explosive)
Hemingway! Caronte!
Side by side we stand!
Volontari per sempre,
hand in hand!
Milano! Cortina!
Let the brass band play!
Spirit of the Games forever —
2026, hey!
STRUCTURE:
Intro (spoken cinematic) → Verse 1 (Italian) → Chorus (Italian) → Verse 2 (English) → Chorus (English) → Bridge (instrumental dramatic build with accordion and brass crescendo) → Final Chorus (mixed Italian/English, explosive ending)