Francesco Daglia

Date of birth: 20/04/2001

Place of birth: Borgomanero (NO), Italy

Nationality: Italian

Languages: Italian, French, English, German (approximately)

Francesco Daglia was born in Borgomanero (No) (that's yes) (no is the province) in the second spring of the new millennium, the same day as Adolf Hitler and the same year as the attack on the World Trade Center. In short, a harbinger of hope... An only child, he always wanted a little sister, but she never arrived because, according to his father, it would have been "an enormous commitment" to take care of him. He was right. For years, he had suffered from a terrible disease that caused great concern to his zealous elementary school teachers: speech. His longest record for continuous silence while awake is 12 seconds. From kindergarten, he cultivated a passion for the stage. At the age of three, he memorized a 12-verse poem about Santa Claus, written in hendecasyllables. He recited it with a certain nonchalance in front of his classmates and parents: his first audience! Francesco finally decided to settle down by conforming to the society in which he lived, striving to become an ordinary person. Thanks to this turnaround, he graduated from middle school and high school with top marks and honors, respectively, inexplicably hoping to earn top marks at law school, which he attended assiduously as a hobby, as he likes to say. He learned to play the piano and percussion instruments, to wash floors without wasting hot water, and took care of his cat, Matisse. He loved buses and was fascinated by dishwashers. At 14, he met Robi Lombardi, artistic director of the LaRibalta theater school in Novara, who instilled in him a passion for improvisational theater and theater education, but more importantly, introduced him to a second large family, fulfilling his dream of living in an environment with at least four people (excluding cats). To no avail, he relapsed at 20. Sitting on his university benches listening to his tedious professor complain about the incompetence of future generations, he decides to redeem himself, temporarily abandoning the ordinary world and throwing himself into art, which he had meanwhile continued to cultivate thanks to contact with numerous students and teachers at prestigious theater academies. He begins writing and collecting all his ideas in a notebook, composing music and poetry, acting, and teaching theater to young people. He loves wordplay and metric interlocking, memorizing train schedules, rhythm, and 98% of the words in the dictionary. He hates the remaining 2% because of his logophobia, an infallible defense mechanism according to Freud.