Giulia de Meo has left the building

The generous and gorgeous Giulia de Meo has gone. She will be remembered for patiently and positively refining all her work to brilliance, especially words, sacher-torte, and robot-dancing. The final results and the process have made a lot of people in this building extremely happy. Thanks for everything Giulia….
What was life like before Fabrica?
After my graduation in philosophy I decided to get the one in Semiotics, which is the most incredible subject ever. So I left Venice and I moved to Bologna for three years, where I lived with some friends and my sweet Charles Sanders Peirce, alias my cute cat EVVIVA.
Whatever I decided to do, it was a success. At school, with sports, at Uni. I am not proud of it at all: that was the worst thing that could happen to a young girl. Even if I could be satisfied with my life I was never happy, and I continuously felt emptiness inside me. I was missing something. Probably something like a home, a cousy, friendly place.
Last year I started to work in several places and doing very different jobs: waitress, copy writer, bar-girl…and it was really a frustrating period!
Then I went to Fabrica.
What was life like at Fabrica?
It was hard at the beginning. There were graphics, photographers, video makers and other people with specific skills. I was… I was… What did Giulia exactly do at Fabrica? Nobody knew what was my job. And Fabricanti didn’t even know that I was a student, because I have always come back home to Venice at night and I didn’t share an apartment with them in Treviso.
Semiotics? Just few people knew what Semiotics exactly meant, and I felt that I was not “the best” for the very first time. Finally.
I felt I was definitely IN THE WRONG PLACE.
I had to build my own space, to build my own specific objectives every day, step by step, and Fabrica gave me the chance to learn, to grow up. For this, I have to say thank you to Omar,‘cause he’s always believed in me, even if I was not a graphic designer. Crazy!
I have never found anything “warmer” than Fabrica in my life, and the friends I met there, managed to support me during this year, which has been quite difficult for me.
What did you learn at Fabrica?
I learnt that to share something is the most beautiful thing in the world. That nothing is special if you cannot talk about it with a friend. That you don’t have to be shy or ashamed of showing your weakness, and that the best results are those you didnt expect to see.
Day by day you can build something that can always be improved.
The process is more important than the prize. This is creativity.
Most memorable moments?
“Mio occhio non funziona” (Lars); “Da bambina avevo un coniglio” (Valerie); “HIIIIIIIC!” (Josh); “Troppo sensuale” (Hugo); “Cipollina!” (Pushkar); “Ciao bèa!” (Piero); “Giulietta!” (Barbara); “Giulyyyyyyyy?” (Omar); “Are u going to Treviso Dani?” (Priya); “Scopiamo?” (Brad); “Vieni a vedere la storia infinita con Siemens?” (Diego); “Seee, di corsa!” (Lars).
And then: my dirty chats with Valerie and Sir Lars; my tea time with Dani, Priya and Valerie; Josh’s hiccup; every single conversations with my dear friend Brad; Diego’s tenacy; the insults with Gabri; our zoo time when someone came to visit our department; doing shopping at Panorama with Josh, mensaboy, Valerie and Lars; our faces during meetings; Hugo’s shyness; the way I hated the Spanish people – especially Pao – during the last World Championship; to invite people at cake times, my sentence in dialect with Piero; Barbara and all the writers’ sweetness; Babak’s “ciao bellezza come stai?”; Andy saying “I love your tagliatella”; “Formaggio?” at mensa; my unforgettable goodbye party last week.
And now?
Now that I left Fabrica, I’m sure that now I would not be able to stay far from my friends: I’m gonna meet them every time I can, both in Venice and Treviso, more than before, as long as they are still in Italy, bringing my cakes and sweets again.
I have just started to work for an Agency not far from Venice. It takes just 45 minutes from my house (exactly half the time it took to me to arrive at Fabrica!) and… it’s a real job. I am the responsible for the the communication and for the relations with journalists.
Finally I can write and be creative in Italian, which is my mother language.
Now a new adventure’s started. I’m a bit scared but I felt stronger now, after almost a year at Fabrica. Thanks to my friends, di corsa.
You made me get cheesy for the first time!
Last words?