I was happy to go to Bicoca. When I found out I could go in July, I could hardly believe it. I saw that I didn't know everyone there — some yes, some no, people who had come from all over. On the first day I was with Paolo, who helped me write a report, though I lost the sheet with the theme of the camp on it, which was Frozen.
The weather forecast for the next day, and really for the whole week, was 35 degrees. The theme of the camp was Frozen, a cartoon about Anna, who turns to ice, and as she moves she transforms everything around her into an ice castle. She isn't alone — she has a sister named Elsa, who is shut inside. Besides them there's Kristoff and others. Two sisters have a gift: to save each other. A secret is discovered, an endless winter, a journey with new friends for one great adventure, an ice castle and a gift that frightens, a true act of love, and then summer returns, the celebration returns. What I liked most was the idea of salvation.
From the weather report and all the little details, day by day, I followed the meaning that was given to each day, though I'm not sure I can explain what was said. Frozen gave a certain shape to the cold, and there are various things tied to the name of the magic — it turns the castle to ice, and there's the reunion with her friend, and the character of Elsa, and Kristoff, who stays with them. I followed all the moments they spent together, even though I don't especially love the cartoon in the particular way it's told.
Everyone said a word that I don't remember. What I liked was the theme of the camp — it's beautiful, even without knowing exactly how, to learn how to earn respect.