I realized that the problem was much more complicated than it seemed.
To me, mine was the land of art, pizza and homophobia. Don't be mad at me, I was 10. Now I know there's more to it, like racism.
You know Italy, right? That country in the south of Europe with a lot of problems spanning from economic ones to racism to homophobia, yet romanticized by everyone else for its art and history. Yes? Good. And you might also know that throughout its history, and to this day still, Italy has been very conservative. A lot of religion, a lot of church, and no extensive knowledge of the world, especially for someone living in the countryside like me. Homosexuality was like a bad word that one shouldn’t say — replaced by a more convenient "batting for the other team." I went to mass when I was asked to, I would recite my morning prayer and try to understand what all those words about compassion and acceptance meant. And yet somehow they failed me.