"My destiny is written in my name.
When my parents decided, quite unusually for an Italian family, to call me William, my future was being set.
It was the first of many signs that were telling me I was meant for somewhere distant from my own country.
I always loved geography. I was fascinated by capital cities, flags and anthems. In my room there were maps everywhere. I used to stand in front of them pretending to be a teacher to my granny.
She had never travelled at all, and had no clue about where small, newborn states were. We still remember fondly how seriously I scolded her every time she made a mistake.
Mum and dad soon set me on the right path. My first long trip, to London, came when I was six, and from that moment, I never looked back.
When I started going abroad alone, at 12, I realised Italy was too small a place for me. I needed more. So I got myself on the way.
Working as a volunteer in big sport events for people with a learning disability, I toured Europe. I started taking up foreign languages, the more the better. I went from the dunes of Ireland to the European parliament in Brussels, from Nordkapp to the Netherlands. But what I wanted was to live abroad.
I went North, South, East and West, looking for a place to call my own. I met different people. I got to know distant cultures. I found love on the way.
Now that I'm in Wales, I don't know how long I'll stay.
I've already lived in four countries, but when you have got itchy feet like mine, you can't really make plans for the future. On the road again.
This is my way to fulfil the destiny written in my name."
