Basilicata is a land of sun mixed with clay, semi-arid, barren and at the same time fertile, with breath-taking landscapes and a large flow of young people who emigrate to study and work, with the aim of approaching the fields of the labour market that are considered more capable of absorbing highly trained human capital. Like many of my peers, I left Basilicata for four years, for work reasons, moved by hope, in search of a dreamed and hoped place, somewhere else, with the idea that “somewhere else” is always a better place. In the end I’ve strengthened my Lucanian identity. I remember that in those years, I was looking for a familiar inflection, an accent. I was looking for landscapes in front of tall buildings, I had a sense of claustrophobia and melancholy, only later in time I realized that I was missing my land and my loved ones. I consider myself privileged and brave, as being able to do the work I love in my homeland is a great privilege, but it also takes courage to stay.