Choose a land where people don’t make promises.

I am leaving for Los Angeles.
They’re like: “You’ve got a good job. Your life is in Milan. Are you really sure about this?”
“Yes, I am.”
“You’re 30.”
“Yes I am.”
“You got no money”
“Thank you for pointing that out.”
“What about your friends, your family?”
“They’ll be all together inside my phone.”
“What about your sister?”
“I have the same perfume she has, so I will always smell like home.”